Just As Miraculous

Just as miraculous: 

as a philosophy and means of science, materialism seems to have the same leap of faith as many other views, believing that consciousness is a random chance of the arrangement of atoms and the eventual chemical reaction that follows this event. It's possibly, maybe even likely, but just as miraculous than if it was all arranged by the hand of God. This seems an odd point to argue, that things simply happened this way by a happy accident for our existence. Not that I'm making an argument for God and creationism, really, I see no issue of debate here either way - both are just stories of creation, with science giving details of how this all happened and religion offering a sense of meaning as to why it all occurred. I don't see either as being completely true, although science has the edge as to the workings of the world, neither really seem to capture the magic we have here, of how we belong within the universal structure, being participants, self-aware for a specific reason.

of course this would be another story. 

but one with our inclusion. 

and just as miraculous.

this could all be described by philosophies of naturalism, or maybe panpsychism, both of which align more clearly with my personal views. But I'm not really trying for description here, not in any literal or philosophical sense - my only wish is to convey our own belonging here, that any story, scientific of otherwise always includes the means for our existence, we're made of the very fabric of the cosmos, fully immersed within its hold without a hint of separation. Everything is our story, all of it is personal, biology tells of living organism, of ourselves and our kin, chemistry is a description of the substances that hold our world together, physics is the magic of arrangement, how vibrations provide the structure of our foundation. Materialism is just as miraculous as every other story, maybe more so, as randomness defies the very chance of our existence. 

I love all of these stories, every description, and see no reason to choose anything as a singular belief to hold to, discarding other means of explore my own position in the world. What we know for certain is that reality is a mystery, one revelation only leads to further curiosity and wonder. This is why I find such value in self-inquiry, questioning my beliefs, reasons, and meaning. It's not to find any ultimate answers, it's not a search for any truth to hold to, but a means of exploration, lending myself to a more fluid sense of the world, participating in its motion. 

and even if it's only another story told...

it's just as miraculous and any other. 

~

Peace, Eric