Thursday, April 28, 2005

Tale as old as time.

Aeons ago, when the phrase “once upon a time” hadn’t yet been penned by a Grimm brother, when awareness didn’t exist, when an apple didn’t fall on someone who in retrospect might have well hoped that all he’d had that day was thoughtless slumber, when none was capable of articulating a thought, let alone ask a question, a ray of sunlight fell on a primordial molecule that by chance hadn’t been swept back by the ocean and changed the course of future forever.

It took ages and ages and ages – an unfathomable number, and dozens of serendipitous incidents, a drop of rainwater there, a chance evolution of a molecule of oxygen and the immediate salvage of it, a mistake in the copying mechanism of a nascent polymer that had absolutely no knowledge of its importance and how it will eventually rock some minute corner of the immense universe, an unintended formation of a new cell, and the unintended propagation of the same cell, for the future to finally become present, one where questions are asked and answers sought fervently.

Somewhere in a cave, there was a man who had had his fill, and for some strange reason was able to abandon fear for a minute. For a beautiful instant, he wasn’t worried about his survival; he took that for granted. He looked up at the sky through a minute peephole that the trees above him had left, and looked up in awe. In the magically dancing universe, where everything is all about the present, where laws are obeyed without demur, for now, regardless of what law was obeyed before and of what law was going to be obeyed later, a man wondered for perhaps the first time about what was, what is and what will be, and some would say imagination came into being.

Yet one would be forced to wonder if imagination didn’t exist when one insect mimicked the appearance of another poisonous looking insect to ward off prey. Did imagination not exist when a virus found that it could be very successful living with the bare necessities and making use of the opulence of other beings. Did imagination not exist when the energy of sunlight was carefully trapped and this energy harvested into the creation of food, that would one day be broken down again to release energy.
Did the man who looked at the sky, at the twinkling stars, barely realizing that every part of the vast sky was a snapshot of a different time, wonder why the universe seemed so wrought with purpose? Why some invisible force, some intangible hand seemed to be moving the universe into a predetermined destiny, perhaps back into the past, where it all began ?

Somewhere in a chaotic ball of fire, laws were made never to be broken again, never to be remade again. From there on, everything obeyed these laws. Yet, it wasn’t a constricted environment. There was the advantage of time, of serendipity, of a lackadaisical virtue bestowed by the lack of awareness where consequences of actions never had to be considered, and finally a being came into existence that was indeed aware.

The same being now asks if there is an ultimate purpose. A science fiction writer called the answer “forty two”. Scientists call the same “the unified theory of everything”. Someone else says “simply”. What a waste of time if everything that has happened, that is happening, and that will happen is happening simply. Will we ever be able to give a better answer, one that is to our conscious mind, worth the time that it has taken the universe to get to where it is? Only time will tell.


bleu said...

wonderful! Stephen King think some of key questions will answered before his life time on earth. I too hope that will be the case.

also interesting is the view of Schrodinger on : how to understand all pieces that go together, we need to be universal in learning and thinking, and not specialise in one small branch. Beauty lies in the connection between the vast variety of things. Studying one thread or another is useless unless it eventually we can get a glimpse of the whole fabric.

will anaz continue this prolific writing. only time will tell ;)

how ur long paragraphs (no sentences) reminded me of the Indian consitution that I had to learn for civics course!

Sumita said...


Great blog!!!!!

am going to say more.. when words come back to me... am still imagining...

SeaSwallowMe said...

Don't panic, anaz. Remember - all you need is a towel.


p.s. welcome back, buddy - good to see you !

Chay said...

Hoo boy!! That was some blog Anaz!!
full circle eh!! indeed!!

BTE...Hi...I am Chay!!

bilbo said...

hey anaz,
I had to recheck it was you and not matt ridley.
that was awesome writing. really beautifully done.
I wish I could bring that kind of flow and beauty to my writing.

cheti said...


that was a cool piece of writing !!!

good to see you in action again !

Nithya Swaminathan said...

Wow anaz!
Great stuff as always..:)

Was missing ur blogs very much..:( Am glad you are back:-)

yet another1 said...

lovely as usual, anaz!
i don't think we'll ever be satisfied even if all the answers were supplied to us on a platter - we'd still keep looking for our el dorados or whatever! :)

buckwaasur said...

hey...welcome back...

i kinda feel weird when someone says stuff like "to reach where we are today"...coz i think we are looking at it from a human point of view...where we are today may not be that big of an achievement from nature's point of view...and self-awareness and imagination may not be that big a deal either...what i am trying to say is: it could be possible that nothing phenomenal really happened...yet...:-P

rotfl @ ssm...gimme my guide and my towel...and no one gets hurt...:-))

Scarlett_OHara said...

Cool, loved your writing!!!Articulate...very articulate!!