Who Cares?

Theology deals with the ultimate. For humans, the ultimate experience is life proceeding to death. Science has deceptively boiled down the question of where we come from to a fertilized egg; nevermind where this whole scenario orginated, because our minds are able to accept such an objective explanation even though it has only been available to our species for a relatively infitessimal time. It is the concluding ultimate human experience—death—that evades scientific examination to the extent that belief becomes preferable to the eternal angst of not knowing. Thus, employing Occam’s Razor once more, the simplest answer is nothing. Life is experienced and with death the experience ceases; nothing before, experience during, nothing after. Just as Occam’s Razor denies God for simplicity’s sake, so it denies that there is anything more to human existence than being born to die. Such simplicity is again complicated, however, by the same argument that because there is something, nothing becomes (forgive the pun) void. The biology of procreation offers many helpful answers, but it fails to answer the ultimate human questions: where did I come from; what am I doing here; and, where am I going? To claim that it doesn’t matter is disingenous because the history of our species is fighting to the death to stay alive. We are here, we experience, and theology becomes the venue of trying to make sense of it all.