As humans, why do we have an inherent need to explain the unexplainable? I think all of us can attest to having a compulsive desire to uncover truth, even when it’s a.) not possible to attain or b.) completely irrelevant. So the question is why. Why do we have to always know everything? Why can’t we be satisfied with a silhouette of truth as we accept ignorance as a valid course of knowledge?
How did the universe originate? When did time begin? How did humans come to be? Some may elaborate on the Big Bang theory, while others may quote religious scripture (and some like myself may do a little of both) :-D. Nevertheless, in our pursuit of higher truth, a variety of abstract and rather complex opinions attempt to explain the same simple questions. But why? Why can’t we just adopt some sort of existentialist mentality and agree that our lives are independent of our origins and purely based on our actions. So what if the Big Bang is correct? It really isn’t going to change whether or not I wake up tomorrow. Sure, I may have fulfilled that burning question of “how the universe came to be”… but now what?
I think sometimes we’re too preoccupied with wanting to know everything that we forget how blissful ignorance can be. There’s simply too much to learn and not enough time to do so.



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