Someone gives you a strange and complicated looking machine.
The first things you would probably ask are, what is it? What does it do?
The next thing you might wonder, if you got given the answer to the first question, is how does it do it?
Some way down the list would probably be, who manufactured it? which is a seemingly less interesting question than the first ones.
You go outside the front door and you see a stone on the path.
You might say, why is it there?
If you did (and you probably wouldn’t, would you, as the thing is so insignificant that concerning yourself with why it is there would take up a lot of valuable time for no apparent upside), you probably wouldn’t really mean, “why is it there?” What you would really mean is “how did it get there?”
This is not the same question. You could explain, with reference to geology and physics and path-layers and quarries and things how the stone got to be where it is. As to why in the scheme of things it should exist, and on your path to boot – this seems like a fairly pointless and unanswerable question.
I have been doing a couple of things recently. One is, that I am reading Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion and the other is that I have discovered TED.
TED is a website (for those even more ill-informed than me) where you can see videos of eminent thinkers delivering short lectures on a range of topics. It is absolutely brilliant. I have been concentrating on the things that interest me, like sub-atomic physics and cosmology. Thinking about these things cannot help but stagger and amaze.
There are some 100 billion (did I get that one right? Or is it more than that?) stars in our galaxy and there are 100 billion galaxies. Try getting your head around that. Our universe may be made up of multiple dimensions – I mean dimensions of which we have no experience. There may be multiple universes.
Which brings us to Dawkins and religion. Dawkins says unequivocally that there is no God and I am increasingly inclined to believe him, as I read the book. The interesting thing is the way we leap directly to the question about the manufacturer of the universe machine, when we have but an inkling of how it works, no idea what it is for, if anything, or really even what it looks like.
It would seem apparent that we are somewhat less significant, on a cosmological scale, than the stone is upon our path. The question, “why are we here?” is thus equally devoid of meaning. There is no reason why we should be here. There is an explanation how we got here – evolution - but there is no significance to our existence any more than to the stone’s. It is and we are. That’s all there is to it.
So when you have digested all that, to start arguing about whether or not you should eat pork, take a certain day of the week off, which particular written myths you want to believe in and what you should wear on your head does seem to be a bit of a waste of time. Certainly not worth blowing yourself or anyone else up for.