Plankton 🥦 Valhalla

This is the second essay in a trilogy. The previous one, titled Boundaries Are in the Eye of the Beholder was about the property of reality of being “stable” enough to talk about it: all logic seems to point away from that possibility. In this one, I turn to the only line of reasoning that I believe resolves the paradox. The next one will build on this to assign the concept of “purpose” to its proper, non-confusing place.

What is the source of what we call order? Why do many things look too complex, too perfectly organized to arise unintentionally from chaos? How can something as special as a star or a flower even happen? And, for that matter, why do some natural phenomena seem designed for a purpose?

We live in a universe of forces eternally straining to crush things together or tear them apart. There is no physical law for “forming shapes”, no law for being separated from other things, no law for staying still.

Boundaries are in the eye of the beholder, not in the world out there. Out there is only tumult, clashing, and shuffling of everything with everything else.

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