For me there is a wonder at the universe and the animals that inhabit this planet. A delight in the creations of nature, like seeing a rainbow arc from end to end while imbibing a beer in the fellowship of dripping wet festival goers who are raising money for children without the advantages we have.
To that end science does not make us less, rather it is the means by which we as a species can understand the complexities and balances that are going on around us and indeed in us. Let alone many light years away.
Some though use science as a means to say we are nothing special, and others that life is a precious thing to use every moment due to its scarcity. The answer is we just do not know if in this universe other species can comprehend the world as we have done. Given the size of the universe we may never know. We are relatively nothing to everything yet definitely something to each other.
One thing we do know. The odds of us being here at all:
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?” – Richard Dawkins “Unweaving the Rainbow”
Among those fortunate to be born was William Cobbet, famous son of Farnham and where on his 250th anniversary of his birth we drank the brew to honour a journalist that made parliament accountable to the people
Article written by John Sargeant on Homo economicus’ Weblog