What of an interpretation akin to C.S. Lewis’s that it is us who are destined to become God?
Does this imperfect, causative tense of to be support such a view?
(I’ll bet cs lewis has something to say about this himself, but I, by far, am no scholar of such things. in fact, I am really an atheist. but man, do i get a kick out of thinking that this all might be somehow legit. if we are to inherit the universe… pervade it throughout… and if the universe be god… then we shall assume him, shall we not? man, i could go on like this all day. one thing that i find an immensely prophetic parallel is the story of babel. i think right now humanity is at a crossroads. it is coalescing, turning into a monoculture. yet as technology advances and costs of living continue to fall, it is not unreasonable to say that in 50 or 100 or 500 years sustenance and shelter will be free. and then, hedonism, through drugs or virtual reality or brain interfaces, will begin to take its inevitable hold. all life, after all, functions on the basis of goals which it tries to satisfy. the point of technology is to help it succeed. but what will become of us if technology does its job fully? will we not cease to want, and then to reproduce, and to be fruitful and to multiply? the real danger of all this is that if we are a monoculture, such a wave could sweep right through us and end humanity right then. what shall determine whether we will still exist in any meaningful sense centuries from now is if we could preserve the diversity of cultures and opinions. if the encroachment of hedonism be gradual and spotty, the natural mechanisms of evolution, of survival, may carry our legacy forth. when humanity in the bible all gathered as one to speak the same language and to all say the same words, they began to build a tower that would carry them into heaven and to be free of the earth. it is only by an act of god that they were scattered and their diversity restored. soddom and gemorrha would still fall, yet humanity at babel need not have been the end.
even more bothersome is the question of purpose. my, ahem, clear view on things, unencumbered by faith, leads me inevitably to questions of existentialism. in particular, whether life matters: whether does suffering or joy or pain. the immediate answer that people might give is that of course it does. however, I cannot find immediate reason to agree. the problem, is that those sentiments are so fleeting, so bound to be erased. ultimately they would be erased by death, but much more pressing is that they will be erased by memory. some may object, and say that though time has blunted the anguish and heights of their lives, they still endure. but what of the things we forget entirely? what of dreams? Do you ever notice that if you perhaps wake up earlier than you ought to and you try to get a little more rest (but do not fall asleep too deeply), you are often surprised by how much longer time goes by in this state? Indeed, dreams, which in reality are brief, last far longer psychologically. Half our lives are spent dreaming. Half our joys and sorrows. And all erased upon waking, as if they never even happened. As if they happened to someone else. What of them? Do they still matter? One may argue that it is the moment of experience that matters. That though you forget your dreams or may never relate to the pain of someone else, it is the fact that you or they at one moment experienced the miracle of joy that is all that matters. This is also why death is wrong. Because though it causes no pain and no memory, it is the larceny of those moments that is the crime. Yet here is where things fall entirely flat. There is a long discussion of consciousness that I am omitting, but let us assume that we are but machines and that what we feel is, by whatever mechanism, as possible to be felt by anything else. That point isn’t even necessary. Because what i argue is that if it is the moment that matters, then the ultimate conclusion is that our imperative must be to spread that moment to all things. To breed as many as possible and to give them infinite joy. To convert the universe into a single feeling being, and to spread emotion to the lowlies molecules and to the mighties superclusters. Yet this sounds absurd. Especially because i’ve already said that unmetered joy will be the thing that ends us. And if accept this as reductio ad absurdum… it means… well, it means nihilism. It means that the moment doesn’t matter, and that death is as meaningless as life.
Yet perhaps… perhaps that is the wrong conclusion. Maybe that is our mission, that is our task… to spread heaven throughout… to make the world one thinking being… to create a god that would pervade through every corner of existence… that all would become him… and in being him the prophesies would come true.
Perhaps it is why we cannot enter heaven just yet. Why we must inflict misery upon ourselves. To reenact the story of Adam, and tasting of the fruit of knowledge of joy, of good and evil, to be cast off into the lot of suffering. For we are the chosen people, and our work is grave and our sacrifice be graver. Though when all is one, when the state of all particles be known to the infinite being, the arrow of time will become rather meaningless. We are nothing but causality, for there are no clear borders to us that are material (that is already a firm conclusion of existentialism). Yet if the threads of causality be once again picked up… shall all of us and all of everything not be resurrected?
The name of god is Yahweh… the becoming that becomes.
man, talk about thread hijacking.)