I've always wondered about the penchant of those who ascribe a totally material origin to the universe and yet insist that purpose is to be found in it.  Somehow, it doesn't add up.

     Making some of the same arguments that atheist philospher Thomas Nagel made in his 2012 Mind and Cosmos:  Why the Materialist Neo-Darwinian Conception of Nature is Almost Certainly False, physiologist and biologist J. Scott Turner, in Purpose and Desire, a book he published about ten years ago, wonders why, too.  Why do we believe we have purpose if we live in what Darwinian evolution decrees to be a meaningless world?

     It's tough.  Clearly, every living thing behaves as if it has purpose, be it a purpose to eat, to seek safety, to reproduce, even to consider the nature of existence.  Yet why would wholly material beings come to think of such things?  Can chemicals desire?  Can chemicals think?

     A thoroughgoing Darwinian evolutionist, Turner does not see how.  He does not see how mentally inert matter can exercise purpose.  Yet he believes in the Darwinian picture of existence.  And while, yes, he believes in God, he is careful in the course of the book not to use such belief as the way to answer his question.

     And maybe that's his point.  Unless a bigger purpose is afoot, unless a larger vision is working through the cosmos, we strive in vain to prove it has purpose.  How can we?  As essentially inert matter, we have no reason to wonder.

     But we do.  Everyday.  We can therefore choose to live with the puzzle of God or we can choose to live without ever being able to explain why we really want to live in the first place.

     It's the choice of a lifetime.

    By the way, I'll be traveling for a few weeks and will not be posting.  Thanks for reading:  we'll talk soon!

    Arlington Cemetery, which at 624 acres is one of America’s largest, is a study in valor and pain, a portrait of bravery, solace, and privation, the nation’s most revered place for the final earthly repose of those who have served in the five branches of America’s military.  For many, it is sacred ground, a hallowed site, one on which those who visit it tread with enormous respect and care.

    Why do widows and widowers bring their children here?  They want them to remember.  To remember from whom they came.  To remember what had been.  To remember to keep going.

    We need to remember.  We need to remember our lost loved ones; we need to remember those we lose in wars; we need to remember those billions of people we will likely never meet.

     

    But think about this.  We remember because we believe we and life have a point.  Yet if we have no real reason to suppose this universe should be here, what point is there to make?

 

    Memory is wonderful, yes, but memory only has significance in a remembered universe.

    Because we have been created with speech, the meaningful speech of a meaningful creator who freely chose to speak us and the cosmos into being, we have more meaning than we can possibly imagine.  Moreover, we know that because the creator is meaningful from afar, it is far more so when set before us.

    And it has.  This means that we will see and grasp everything--not all things--we need to know. To understand that one day, life will no longer be a frustratingly finite and heartbreakingly terminal mystery.  We will know.

    Yet it all begins, as does everything else, with speech.  So, speak.  Speak and experience who you are, speak and experience who you can be, speak and experience the truth about the way the world is made.

                                                    Speak, and find the meaning that is your true life and home.

    Do you remember the Bee Gees?  Although they perhaps achieved their greatest fame during the run of disco music in the Eighties, they had been making (and continued to make) music for many other years as well.  Yet for all their success, their lives have been marked by immense tragedy.  I was reminded of this anew as I read a profile about Barry Gibbs, the only remaining Bee Gee.  He tells a sad story of losing not one, not two, but three brothers.  First to go was Andy, dead at age 30 of heart inflammation.  Next was Maurice, gone at 53 from a heart attack.  Finally, there was Robin, who died in London, somewhat older at 63, from cancer in 2012.

    Although many observers have cited bodily abuse—alcohol and drugs—as the principal cause of these premature deaths, this doesn’t take away the pain.  Who wants to lose three brothers?  Life can be supernally wonderful, but it can also be insuperably tragic.  Yes, the writers of Job and Ecclesiastes make clear that people are born to die, that humanity is destined to suffer, and that life has a futility which nothing about or in it cannot fully undo.  But both books also celebrate the marvelous and amazing gift that life is.  "Enjoy life!" says Ecclesiastes 9.  Indeed: who thought of life?

    Not us!

    But here we are.  What do you think?