Can’t really get out of our heads very soon. Or our bodies. We shift between considering the universe has a conscience, that everything is alive, and materialism. Materialism doesn’t make you optimistic or happy, but a sentient universe makes you happy, content and boy, don’t we wish we could be happy and content and at peace with the universe.
What I’m having trouble with is if we as conscious being are made in the image of the universe, or if we see it through our conscience colored glasses. Of course we wish it to be sentient. It makes us happy and at peace, because as a species we hate being alone, loneliness makes us scared, makes us vulnerable, it’s in our genes to dread loneliness. By lonely, we mean not having other beings like us, sentient, around us. If the universe is bigger than us, so are our parents. They are supposed to protect us, and that is when we are most at peace. Do we desire to bring that feeling back?
We cannot judge this objectively because we bring feelings into the equation from the start. And what are emotions if not safety measures given by our body that needs to feel protected and safe?
If we consider the universe is materialistic, that means there’s no happy safe feelings for us. And here is where depression kicks in. I think that all our society lately has issues with lacking the Almighty Parent that God was before we became all independent and „mature”. We are becoming rational, electrified, rebellious, all grown up, demolishing structures, becoming humanitarian. We are going toward structures and building something great with our own sweat. But the feeling we used to have are slightly fading. Feeling one with the universe may transform into being consciously a part of the universe.
But will this make us even more sad and anxious? And alone not having a Parent to make us feel safe? We’ll see I guess.