What is, actually, the point of evolution? What is the point of finding the next improvement, expanding our horizons to the next field of discovery on the planet or in space? Why did our great ancestors who lived in the oceans, evolve into the mammals that walked on earth, to evolve into the homosapiens? What was their drive? Their ambition? What is our end goal? What is the final epiphany? What are we constantly searching for? Is the one thing that connects all of us creatures, curiosity? But then why are some species content and stagnant, seemingly satiated in their repetitive bliss?
Billions of years ago, when the first lobe finned fishes started experimenting on crawling on land to find prey- did they do so out of necessity or ambition? Was it necessary for survival, say, because their prey was scarce in that particular region of the world at the time? Or did the incessant need for furthering one's species take over- to become the most efficient and successful creature in its clan?
Why the progress? Where does the line between tradition and eccentric new ideas lie, and what is the cutoff point? Whilst very distinct aboriginal tribes survive, say, in the fields of the African desert or the Amazonian Rainforest, and hold dear their values and practices through hundreds or thousands of years, the rest of the world is obsessed with evolving. Whether that be spiritually to the next dimension, to which we are unsure of what this means as of yet, or to evolving technologically, which for all intensive purposes, may be separating us farther from our goals. With every advance in technology, are we just searching for the meaning of life at the end of the rainbow? Are we searching for “god” or a maker, a grand architect? Are we simply trying to prove, or disprove, what comes after death, by labeling and structuring each new discovery in science? When we explore space, what are we truly looking for, besides a comparison to our own planet, our own experience, and perhaps the chance to expand our own civilizations to new worlds? What then, is the point of expanding OUR human species and infecting the rest of the multiverse?
The answers to many of these questions must lie in the simple fact of- the majority of humans are obsessed with the thought of dying and decay. We as a people believe that our species “deserves” to live on. That is why humans are so obsessed with raising children and “spreading” their DNA into the world- to put their fingerprint on humanity. They believe that their specific genetic make up is important enough to contribute to the mass pool of DNA encoding- to pass on their unique lineage and help the survival of the human race. But again- why? In the grand scheme of things, in the vast picture of the infinite cosmos around us and in distant galaxies we have no knowledge of, the human race is unimportant. All the discoveries, science, and learning, to the multiverse, is a fleeting grain of sand- the most knowledgeable and reputable scientists and doctors of all time are meaningless. Einstein, Newton, Galileo, and countless others have dedicated their lives to the research upon which will give us more understanding of the world around us and beyond us. What WOULD happen- if, in the impossible event, we would all “figure it out”? Whatever would we do with ourselves if all the mysteries were unlocked and there was nothing left to discover? Would there be a point to surviving, to living, to passing on the genes to continue human survival?
What if this IS the point- that we will NEVER know? What if the whole point of the yearning of the secrets that lie ahead was the only purpose life serves? The never ending inquisition- the curiosity of life and thirst for the unknown is what keeps us going year after year. A circular argument, perhaps, but it seems there is no other explanation: the meaning of life is the inquisitive nature of personal discovery. It is not the longing for WHAT, but the longing itself. The mysterious infatuation of the land, for the lobe finned fishes, brought them to blindly mutate their bodies over time, in order to explore it. Just as we humans, blindly race to the stars in search for answers to which we know not the questions. It is the unknown which is the goal for all.