Cosmos, creation and chance

 

Do you believe in guardian angels? A man of faith will say yes; a man of science and logic might say no; and many others may just shrug with indecisiveness. A man of faith has belief in a beneficent external force, existing around to protect him, his interests and facilitate his journey. His belief would keep the thread intact despite many contrary, adverse experiences. So that is basically his inner force which keeps the little lamp of faith from being blown off by the winds of fate. This is a very sublime form of karma, a kind of invisible foundation on which, as a natural consequence, his physical world will manifest.

An atheist—but a practical, logical and confident man—carries the same light and dream. The only difference is that he needs more tangible proofs of being in control of things as a doer, as a manager of his affairs. He needs to pacify his reasoning mind to be assured of his safety and goals. Nothing wrong with that. The man of faith has lamp in his soul; the man of logic has a physical torch in his hand. But both of them have a source of light with them to move ahead.

One might sometimes consider gratitude to the guardian angels for putting us in a situation where we have more chances to life than the millions of deprived people. There are people caught in slums, genocides, civil wars, climatic catastrophes. Gratitude allows us to be more in love with our self as we are.

Just consider this point. Most of the seeds have almost the same potential to grow and expand to luxuriance. And if there is some variance in fertility within, doesn’t it prove that again it is a chance factor because tell me of a seed that had a choice to determine its fertility or some patronizing force that bestowed more fertility to some seeds at the cost of others.

The seeds are thrown randomly. One falls in a sewage drain and is gone as sludge; another falls on a barren patch and is eaten by dust; one lands in a swamp and rots; one gets trampled under the feet; one is eaten by a bird; one germinates but wilts under the harsh sun; one grows luxuriantly but is eaten by a goat; one grows well but suffers an infestation; and one grows to be a beautiful tree. The last one is almost a miracle of random favorable circumstances, which allowed the seed’s potential to bloom fully.

The chances of disorder and chaos, of things going wrong are open-ended and countless. Every individual has millions of his very own sets of probable things going wrong. The mere fact of survival is a miracle in the face of so many undoing probabilities. And if we happen to be lucky enough to creep out because of favorable chance factors accept it with grace and gratitude. This I consider to be our set of guardian angels—the set of protective probabilities that allow us this journey in body, thoughts and emotions even though so many things can go wrong every moment. Bow down to it because you just can’t imagine how lucky you are in this form while massive stars are getting sucked by black holes and galaxies are breaking apart across the cosmos.