2024-06-01 - [1.1] Conservation

To this little bundle of life – barely atoms, let alone cells and conscious thought and the electric stuff of life – there are two things. Warmth. Something. A binary understanding of existence, if it’s an understanding at all.

Something because what it experiences cannot be nothing. There was nothing before, and the opposite of that must be something. The deep, complicated matters of existence theorem, the mathematical universe hypothesis, aether and vacuum, are distant specks in a future that might not even happen. Whether the ‘something’ cares, nurtures, or even loves, it doesn’t matter. That constant maybe-touch grounds the maybe-person-egg in the present until it has to be aware of the ephemeral around it the way living things are aware of their own heartbeats.

Warm because that is the overwhelming idea that blankets everything. Warm means everything – the physical world the maybe-person-egg does not know, the emotions it cannot process, the slow building progress towards the inevitable. To be warm is to be generating energy and the static charge of thought, because it is not a closed system. The Warm-Something pours in and, eventually, that energy has to be converted or stagnate.

For now, the Warm-Something that is a mother it cannot understand is enough. The energy it provides is conserved. Patiently stored for later inspection, when things will make themselves clearer.