I was stumped today — as I often am while taking tests in BYU’s testing center. The problem I was looking at didn’t seem as attractive as daydreaming at the moment, so I decided to lift my head up and stare out the window.
In the distance, beyond the swaying leafy trees, I saw the half-moon as it hung in orbit opposite the setting sun. I saw myself surrounded by a bunch of sentient beings looking a lot less stumped than myself as they hunched over their exams. Then, I thought: What are the odds?
What are the odds of me being on a planet that is perfectly conditioned and positioned to sustain life? What are the odds of such a planet even existing in the first place? What are the odds of me or anyone else being able to think and experience a small corner of the universe?
What would it be like if nothing ever came into existence in the first place? No galaxies, stars, planets… not even time, since that is a measurable dimension. No one would ever exist to know or care that nothing exists.
But stuff does exist. You and I live on an amazing planet. You and I can think deeply and drink in the experience of life.
That’s pretty cool.