Gerard Pas | Musings and Cogitations: last of the Cosmos

last of the Cosmos

Catchy title don’t you think. The last of the cosmos; now that is a real dilemma!

Here I sit pouting over the inane, my winter doldrums which begin with my “last of __________” syndrome, the last hummingbird, flower, dragonfly, leaf or songbird. It is ironic that “the last of the cosmos” has a much more serious ramification because it is so absolute: the very last of, no more, all gone. The very last of all the zillions of creatures, organisms, and beings that cohabitate this huge cosmos. Now that is a real depressing thought.

As depressing a thought as before there was cosmos there was nothing, then something sparked through chance and time (how something comes from nothing is beyond my cognitive conception) and from the gaseous clouds, we were born on this blue planet in this cosmos. How meaningless is life if it is predicated on a notion that love is just an evolved social behaviour, a human anthropology. The highest act of love we consider one person giving their life for another – you know, if I could have died instead of my child I would have given my life for them -- and you actually can give your life so that they can live. Don’t tell me that love is just what monkeys do after a billion or so years of evolution. They simply find or evolve love and then even go as far as to anthropomorphize it into spirituality. It’s not how many monkeys could end up writing a Shakespearean play, no it’s how many billions of monkeys did it take to evolve love. Now that’s a real depressing thought.

I’m all fixed and everything is humming along that way it should be: cured of melancholy (sounds like a bad sausage “cured melancholy sausage”). The last of this year’s cosmos flowers, as celebratory as these blooms are of life and our senses, is thus nothing to fret over. They grow back, and I know the simplicity of nurturing them. That would all change if it was the last of the cosmos because then these might very well be the last of the cosmos in the cosmos.

If God is love and created the cosmos for his pleasure, so that we creation, could enjoy it forever then how big is God? It is really a mute question because any interaction we have documented on God does not talk about God’s size, so it doesn’t matter. That said, if the God of love could create this universe by fiat, God must be immense, bigger than the soup of gravities that hold all the planets and stars in place. Looking out at the cosmos means God is big.
The funny thing is that God always choose to reveal him/her self in the smallest of ways; other than being the spark igniter in that nothingness before there was something and which we marvel at when we look at these small Cosmos flowers. Yes these simple flowers.
Another poignant example was when God came to visit the prophet Elijah.

“11 The LORD said, "Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by." Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the LORD was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave. Then a voice said to him, "What are you doing here, Elijah?"
1 Kings 19 versus 11 – 13.

After all these monumental, earthquakes, storms, and fires God was not in them but rather God was the gentle whisper, which spoke out to Elijah. How deeply profound for is that not how love speaks. God didn’t want a temple or a graven image just honour, is that not love.

I have never seen Neptune but I know it is there. While I can see Venus and Mars in the night sky, I know they are real because we have probed them with our machines. I digress, I wonder if Martians see our space probes as anal, similar to those probes described by the hundreds of citizens of this planet who have received such probes by Martian abduction.
My point is that I have never seen God except in a way that could be described as anthropomorphic to science, but ever fibre of my being has seen God. I see God in love and I see God in these flowers both of which are unexplainable in this unfathomably large cosmos – how love, why flowers.

I’m healed of that silly “last of _________” syndrome, but still on citalopram / Celexa :)

Here then are the last of this season’s cosmos.