For us, 21-century beings, it is still incomprehensible to grasp the diversity of God throughout the universe. Even knowing about the existence of suns, galaxies, planets and life in billions of billions of forms, we cannot rationalise the greatness of creation other than within the boundaries of our own existence.
We still consider darkness an enemy, as if every living thing that thrives in the deep oceans or any other environment unreachable by light are but errors of creation. If anything, we should also be thought upon as errors, as we thrive half of the time in darkness: when we recharge, when we love, when we feed our children most of the time we cannot see the sun. As most other living organisms, we change and transform and flourish within the cycle of light and darkness, without which we would perish.
We, 21-century beings now, but million year beings in nature, seldom question ourselves on our age and feel the need to place ourselves in time. We understand from science that we are 1.5 million years old. Then we think about the last 100 years and the deep understanding that we have had of everything, barely daring to imagine how may we evolve in another 1.5 million years – the greatness of understanding, the reshaped reality, the speed and the brightness of the future us.
Now, as we try to emulate God, we do amazing things and we discover new realities every minute. We connect to one another and we understand enough math and physics to define the infinite, the improbable and the nonexistent. But still we understand so little about the changes that occur in a bacteria and why it mutates in only one single way throughout hundreds of repeated tests in order to perform or adapt to a single task. Is it randomness or is it the best natural coded process needed for completion of that given task?
We know little or very little about the way that plants collect sunlight so effectively or how different animals do amazing things that we yet cannot do with the boundaries of our abilities.
And then we think of the computer scientist, a primitive copier of God, as it tries to create an algorithm for randomness. Seems simple to do, but impossible to imitate in its true real form. Although God is open source, we cannot program randomness. As if we program it, it becomes anything else but true randomness.
Only then we are left wondering if the programming is too complex or everything follows a simple rule that we have not yet uncovered. Or, there is no actual super programmer to have coded existence and all points out to a single inexplicable and untested truth that everything is only randomness.