A Virus Complex

We live in an intrinsically woven world that more often than not is simple in its complexity. The complexity we ourselves have created. The rest can be defined in the most simplistic of terms. “An awful waste of space.” That was Carl Sagan’s famous saying. The possibility of far off intelligence has always been regarded as a fanciful notion, and those scientists that strive for the truth of such matters: foolish. Isn’t the absurd notion living in a world where other species and essentially life is thought not to exist in the infinite expanse of the universe? Without the social stigmas attached to such a pipe dream, that accepted normality is what seems absurd. Life always finds a way to survive. Through adversity, eradication, extermination, and extinction. It is extremely virulent; and this may be both beneficial and damaging.

Can’t this not lead to two warring ideologies? That life, in and of itself, is part of a natural order? That we can peer at our next door neighbor Mars, find microscopic tell-tale signs of the past existence of life, or at least a once acceptable ground to house it. That it is nature’s ultimate wisdom and natural creation and any ecological order is ultimately bound to that end. The other idea is bitter in our reasoning. The smallest fiend in a tissue feeding off of the code of a cell. Destroying and altering organelles from the inside out, and the essential essence of the smallest unit of life understood to man – turning the host against itself  by rewriting the most complex genetic mapping we have. Bacteria and viruses are adversely hard to exorcise. Our patterns as a species and a life force speak to that end. That once one environment is leached and used, we spread to another area and infect it with numbers, sickness, and ultimately death. Symbiosis is not something mankind adheres to or respects and that ultimately will be our end here. But not until we develop through existence’s brainchild or most horrifying fluke: intelligence, how to infect another cell in the universe’s flesh – another planet.

Change is ceaseless and unavoidable. Though I imagine this is more large-scale than anything else. Someone’s disposition is dependant on any number of factors. Their environment, genetics, and their experiences. Everyone changes everyday, mentally and biologically. I don’t however expect change in others, it is not something you should bet for or hold stock on. Some aspects don’t change and those are often the negative ones.

Coincidences  are defined as a chance happening having relevance in some surprising or remarkable way. Even if there is no intelligent design behind the statistical improbability of such an occurrence, that does not discount its impact in a given situation. Whatever way the truth sways, it doesn’t debunk or legitimize its impression. Meaning, that the essential core of a coincidence is left untouched, only save by our own interpretation. 

The ultimate of paradoxes is left between two warring points. One, how our intelligence seems to ultimately fuel our stupidity as a species, and two, that beyond religion, faith, and truth what ultimately serves as a guiding light is our own interpretation of events. Our own biased view and judgment. That essentially, what it comes down to is our decisions on what we choose to believe is relevant.

Thus coincidences ironically in and of themselves, don’t exist. Statistically, the world of chance is commonplace. Each outcome in an inscrutable field of possibility is rare, and hence each leaf falling off a tree in its own unique way is unprecedented, uncontrolled, and unpredictable. Though in this world of infinite possibility, down to the quantum level, everything affects everything else. Pulling the layman’s terms out of the Observer effect even observation changes the observed. - One instance changes another which exponentially as well as radically alters, impresses, and coaxes a mathematical wave of occurrence, resulting in patterns of the indefinable. Its value is held in the repercussions, often in a single link of this chain.

As this wave reverberates out of philosophy, applying itself to the grander scheme of any semblance of essence and knowledge we have, it may reflect perfectly against our adaptation and corruption both; where we reside in any stance, whether of an intellectual vein or in the context of our universal environs, down to the very systems we construct as a life force socially, and economically. This collection, or non collection of intellect among numbers is reserved to this interpretation. From a macroscopic perspective this reverberates assuredly in a consequential mode that can and may very well affect all that we take for granted, overriding the very resources that everything outside of ourselves has come to depend on. And in that sense, our loss will not be the tragedy. The collateral damage left in this wake will be.