Conjecture; Life's Constant Companion

Why are we here? Why were we here yesterday, why do we hope we're going to be here tomorrow? Why do we wonder why? Why when told the answer as to why we're here, will it not be enough?

The answer is that Hydrogen, if left for long enough, will always be philosophically inclined to ponder its own existence, as summarised in my post, "When Hydrogen Wonders':

But that's why we're here, not why we're here. I am a big believer that poetry and physics are one and the same but that doesn't mean you can have one without the other, nor should you. So I've pondered for some time as to what more there is to this conjecture; a question which is often brought into pertinent focus when people who were here, no longer are.

When I'm older I'd like to become a professor of astrophysics and spend my days teaching young people about the stars and really that means I'd like to teach young people about everything because we are all star stuff at play. I can't lie, I often picture myself as some cool professor. And I wouldn't be cool in the conventional sense in that I conform to the definition of cool that people have settled on at that time, but in the sense that I'm unequivocally myself and by osmosis those around me feel comfortable to also be themselves; so I would be cool in the sense of actually being so.

But I would endeavour to show young people that just because we are an atom within an infinitely grandiose universe it doesn't mean that we are small or unimportant. It doesn't mean the things that happen to us don't matter. And I would try to demonstrate the fact that because everything is so fleeting and finite amongst the landscape of eternity, it's all the more reason to feel. To be. All the more reason to do the things you enjoy. Everything ends and it always shatters hearts, but those shattered hearts keep beating because everything begins again too, and that's always something to live for. Flowers always bloom again. We all know or will know what it's like to love and lose, but I believe that just because one has loved and lost, that does not mean they did not win.

I have no idea why we're here. Sure a while ago there was a bit of fusion, a star collapsed, evolution did its thing but I don't know why it did that, and whats more, does it matter? All I know, apart from a cool amount about space, is that we are here, and for a very short time at that. I know that notions that once inflamed hope and ignited galaxies will eventually become the great voids of our universe, whilst the people we love most will become the very pillars of our history. I know that everything ends, but why it started, I've realised is not a mystery that needs to be solved. What matters is figuring out, upon realising that you are here, how you keep going. I personally believe you do that by being kind, by laughing with strangers, by running as fast as you can towards the notions that set your heart on fire, by letting the stars pull at your hair and by never, ever, losing hope. By never losing sight of the fact that you are hydrogen brought to life, empowered by the cosmos to ponder the magic of the universe and no matter how much time you feel has passed, you have always, only, just begun.

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Grief, like conjecture, makes companions of us all but I've realised with the help of some incredible role models and wonderful friends, that grief doesn't have to make you cruel or lonely; Grief can make you kind.

Lucy - Jane

In memory of Angela Jane