Kids, how often, if ever do you actually think about the end Cretaceous mass extinction? Random beginning, I know. But that was the question Astrid on my screen asked me after I had done a brave, brave thing. My answer was, as I hope your answer is, not nearly enough.
Though, before I dive into it, here are the answers to your inevitable questions. I did touch the wound. Sometimes consciously, sometimes not. Though, I was proud of myself for not trying to tear it open again. I felt... Free. Strangely free. Like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt alive. I felt relief. Disappointment too, yes, but mostly relief. I felt, too put in the simplest form, undiluted.
Now, back to dinosaurs. The video I'm referencing is by Asrid Lundberg, one of my favorite internet geeks at that time. Right up there with Hank Green. And I had watched it over the years more times than I could count. And the video has this as the last line, "Something knew that the world was ending." Which, like she said, never fails to give me goosebumps too.
But that got me thinking, Kids. I thought about just how impossible my life is. If that astroid hadn't hit the planet, and we don't take in factor the concept of soul of aatma, I wouldn't have been pterodactyl. Which is insane to think about.
And which got me thinking, about Interstellar. When TARS says, "Cooper, they didn't bring us here to change the past." And Cooper goes, "Say that again. " And TARS repeats it slowly, "They. Didn't. Bring us here. To change the past." And Cooper realizes "They didn't bring us here at all, we brought ourselves." Now, you maybe wondering, how does this all connect? It doesn't. These are just the examples of how existential I sometimes get in the shower. And maybe it did connect. But you and I will never know how.
Though, I know I couldn't fathom how meticulous life is. Just the fact that the chances are so damn thin of us even existing. I couldn't help but look up at the sky and thank whatever the power was. Thank it for every time I could have ceased to exist but didn't. Everytime an seemingly unlikely opportunity opened. Everytime I wished for rain, and it rained. Because at the end, who even is our best friend but the world? Who heals us but nature? Who takes care of us better than earth? And that's my version of belief. It's a little twisted. It's a little in awe. It's mostly curious.