K8 the GR8

I woke up this morning to find the blog fairy had left this spanking new site under my pillow. It’s been sitting on my shoulder all day waiting for me to write something, but my mind is like a washing-machine and I can’t think where to start. So I’ll start with something simple.

Imagine you have a car. It can be any car… like a simple old Rover Metro, or as complicated as Kit, or a Lexus hybrid or something. It’s sophisticated. It can tell you what temperature the road surface is. It can warm your bum for you. It can even provide you with a road map and tell you very politely to ‘take a left at the next junction’. However, no matter how complicated the machine is, by its nature, it will never be able to understand its maker, who is infinitely more complex. The car can sit in its garage under it’s tarp for years, trying to figure out how it came to be, or why it was created. It can even talk to other cars maybe, and come up with amazing car theories. Even if its creator does think to explain these facts, it’s highly likely that the car won’t understand, and will most likely blow a piston trying to figure it out.

I have a lot of respect for faith, I really do. It takes a lot of willpower to believe in something with no evidence or material fact. I can only guess at how caveman must have felt gazing at the stars above and not knowing what those tiny pinpricks were or why they were there. They must have felt so lonely. Much as we do still today… even if we do have theories written in blood.

Let’s say our galaxy is just a plate of mould underneath the huge bed of some behemoth dude, it’s still very pretty. It’s wonderful not knowing what it’s all about, as I’d imagine it would be pretty boring if we knew the answers. We’d probably want to pack it all in out of pure disillusionment. Perhaps the meaning of life is that ignorance is bliss…