The Universe came into existence. and with it brought no meaning, no purpose, no reason for being. It was and that was enough. It asked no questions and gave no answers. It just existed.
The Universe eventually brought into existence a collection of beings called Humans.
Humans evolved to need a meaning to their existence. They looked to the Universe to give them meaning, but it was silent
So they turned to Mythology and within these stories, they created meaning. That was enough for most Humans. But not for all.
Some didn’t find meaning in the stories and myths passed down to them. They went looking elsewhere, to the work of their hands and their minds. For some it was enough, but not for all.
Some went looking for meaning in other humans and in their relationships with them. That worked for some, but not for all.
Some gave up the search for meaning, laid down and stopped existing. They concluded that existing without meaning was pointless. That worked for some, but not for all.
Some were left to ponder their existence beyond the silence of the Universe, beyond their work and beyond the others. They didn’t want to stop existing as some had. Their very breath and body and the world around them amazed them so much that they figured there had to be meaning somewhere, so they wanted to keep on searching for it.
It was then that some of the remaining humans looked inward. They found a canvas and paint inside themselves that they could take and create their own meaning. These unique canvases looked so beautiful to the others that soon they also looked inside to find their own supplies for making meaning. One by one beautiful canvases of meaning spread across the Earth. Their sparkling luminescence made the Universe take notice.
The Universe still void of meaning itself couldn’t help but smile. For it realized that it had brought into existence something better than meaning. It created meaning makers.
(Written June 2, 2023)
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