I am thinking of all those Science Fiction movies where the Blob or some Alien life form hurtles to our planet and then begins to destroy it; when instead, maybe these teeny little aliens came and were no more than the building blocks of life that led to Us and every living thing. These teeny aliens created instead of destroying.
If God or not-a-god had a hand in it, maybe God or not-a-god played a bit of marbles with the tiniest of a dot of bit of seemingly nothing that Exploded outward and beyond, and as debris and objects clanged one against the other, the Earth, and more, was formed, and out of that seeming Chaos was the Grand Design that is beautiful and awesome and should be protected and cherished. Keeping the Open Mind, that either Earth and the Heavens were formed by God the Great Scientist or Not-a-god-but-Science-Chaos Only—makes no matter to me for these purposes right here now, for I am here, typing this to You. I exist. I am a ball of energy – a scientific wonder, connected to You.
Who made me isn’t as important as, Will I Survive? Who made the earth isn’t as important as, Will Earth Survive Intact? But, then again, who made this, or what made this, or how it was made could be very important to survival, for all I know—since we could be going round and round and round back to our beginnings and then around again. If all of this is by Design, then what has the Design in mind for Earth and its inhabitants? Or, if Earth was formed out of some chaotic chance that became design, then what has Chaos of the Universe in store for us? For surely we must pay attention. And surely we must feel a sense of gratitude, yes, but also we must feel responsbility for our very existence now and into the future. Earth will find a way; humans must find respect for the earth and for themselves as a whole — wonderful beautiful biological machines, and that responsbility should extend to other life and species upon this beautiful wild planet.
Think of this: we all come from the same thing; we are the same thing. We all were formed from the same Stuff of Life, and this is forgotten as we celebrate our differences. Well, differences are good; differences are what make the world interesting. The differences come not exactly organically, but through our thoughts and how and where we were raised, or what species we are. It is how we decide to react to those “differences” that will decide our future, perhaps? All I know is I am grateful to whomever or whatever or however our Earth became into being, and allowed for such wondrous beauty and ideals and the kaleidoscope that makes up Earth and its inhabitants.
Now, go outside and find something beautiful and then tell me about it.