“We are here for a reason,” said a post on a social network tonight. It was not backed by any evidence, though. Just that we could not, I presume, be here by accident. But we ARE here by accident, by the accident of our birth and by the unlikelihood of that one sperm meeting that one egg. There’s no other way to explain why I am writing this and why you, my loyal reader, are reading it.
The expression “we are here for a reason” is, perhaps, understandable. We have, for over 2000 years, been fed the idea that we have arrived on Earth by virtue of the kindness of a supernatural being who created us in his image. Poor sod, having to look like me. And sometimes it is very hard to take in that some things really are that simple to explain we do not need to go into great depths to find a deeper meaning when there is none.
That I arrived on this earth courtesy of the meeting of a handsome British sailor and a pretty Dutch woman shows luck to be at work. Had Anthony not sailed to Rotterdam and met Neeltje, known as Elly, there would be no me. No one ordained this meeting. There was no grand design. In due course, one day there was no one, nine months later there was me.
Whether it’s the moon landing, 9/11 or the death of Diana Spencer, there will always be people who cannot accept what is usually a simple truth. The moon landing took place in a studio in Los Angeles, 9/11 was carried out by US government in concert with Mossad and Prince Phillip arranged for Di’s murder. All conspiracy theories, all without the slightest shred of evidence. Still some people believe them. They happened for a reason. Hmm.
If we believe in conspiracy theories, we must therefore accept that they were carried out with the knowledge and consent of every politician and media outlet on the planet, misleading even the entire internet. Absolute nonsense. Bill Clinton couldn’t even get away with pretending he’d not had a blow job in the Oval Office. And it’s the same nonsense to suggest we are here for a reason.
Once we are on Earth, we have little of substance to do except procreate. We can of course enjoy life to the full, whatever that means, but eventually death is inevitable. Death is an inevitable consequence of life.
You may have ‘faith’, that convinces you that you will survive your own death and go to heaven. It’s possible, I admit, and every bit as likely as finding fairies at the bottom of the garden. It’s probably not worth betting the house on, though.
We’re the lucky ones. We made it. An impossible number of sperm and eggs did not meet and did not make it. What’s palpably true is that we are here and what is palpably not true is that we are here for any reason other than the accident of our birth. If that’s what people mean by “we are here for a reason”, then fair enough. Otherwise, it’s just your imagination running wild.
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