Thank you, Tom Stoppard.
This is my favourite passage from 'Arcadia'. One which I think is a nice thinking point considering the topic.
[...] It makes me so happy. To be at the beginning again, knowing almost nothing. People were talking about the end of physics. Relativity and quantum looked as if they were going to clean out the whole problem between them. A theory of everything. But they only explained the very big and the very small. The universe, the elementary particles. The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about – clouds – daffodils – waterfalls – and what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in – these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks. We’re better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it’ll rain on auntie’s garden party three Sundays from now. Because the problem turns out to be different. We can’t even predict the next drip from a dripping tap when it gets irregular. Each drip sets up the conditions for the next, the smallest variation blows prediction apart, and the weather is unpredictable the same way, will always be unpredictable. When you push the numbers through the computer you can see it on the screen. The future is disorder. A door like this has cracked open five or six times since we got up on our hind legs. It’s the best possible time to be alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.
I'm still confused about scientists claiming that the universe came from nothing considering the most fundamental doctrine in the Scientific community is that 'Everything has a cause'. Are we really progressing towards the answer? Personally I think we're as close to figuring out how we ended up here today as we were a thousand years ago when William the Conquerer was prancing round Sussex.
I believe in God, but my beliefs have been shaped by the world around me, not a book.
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