I should be more philosophical like my daughter. She says what ends up happening is not important at all on the scale of the universe so not to sweat it so much. If we totally mess up - or not - it does not really have any impact. Our span of time is shorter than the flick of a switch and we are not as big as a drop of water in the ocean of the universe.
Methinks this is not philosophical. It is a vain excuse for defeatist nihilism. What if we are the only planet with life? What if we mess it up so thoroughly that it wouldn't have a 2nd chance to re-grow life as we knew it? Space and time are relative. What counts is the here and now.
For all practical purposes the relevant universe consists of Earth, Sun and Moon. The stars sprinkled on the night sky are mostly ornamentation whose only practical use is navigation. The planets were helpful for finding Newton's law of gravity. And that's all. Else, the universe beyond Earth, Sun and Moon is of no philosophical relevance whatsoever.
(It seems I'm getting into some rambling... But I'm actually working at a larger text concerning all that. So I'm quite happy for the inspiration by this thread. :-) )
I'm reminded of a famous quote of Blaise Pascal. Some take it literally - but it is not his own position, rather he is satirizing the non-believer:
I do not know who put me in the world, nor what the world is, nor what I am myself. I am terribly ignorant about everything. I do not know what my body is, or my senses, or my soul, or even that part of me which thinks what I am saying, which reflects about everything, and about itself, and does not know itself any better than it knows anything else.
I see the terrifying spaces of the universe hemming me in, and I find myself attached to one corner of this vast expanse without knowing why I have been put in this place rather than that, or why the brief span of life allotted to me should be assigned to one moment rather than another of all the eternity which went before me and all that which will come after me. I see only infinity on every side, hemming me in like an atom or like the shadow of a fleeting instant.
... a vain excuse for defeatist nihilism...
Wow, pretty harsh.
One could say I guess that you are a strong proponent of the supremacy of the ego, of 'us', or something like that. An extreme arrogance of the self over everything else?
I understand that there are people like yourself who seem to hold that our seemed existence gives rise to some incredible importance in the universe.
.. What if we are the only planet with life? What if we mess it up so thoroughly that it wouldn't have a 2nd chance to re-grow life as we knew it? Space and time are relative. What counts is the here and now.
For all practical purposes the relevant universe consists of Earth, Sun and Moon...
What you are really saying here is that 'we', us humans, are the most important part of existence and all the rest of what we seem to perceive is of lessor or even of no consequence. All that matters is us and all that matters is now.
Very self centered. Extremely so. I utterly reject such approaches and thought processes. Thinking that 'we' are all that matters and is important is the basis for our lack of rational thought and selfish behavior, and directly leads to our current civilizational dilemma's of climate change and exceeding the carrying capacity. We can do better than this.
I get all wrapped up in the weeds of existence and how our species can do better and prosper if we act intelligently. My daughter stands above this fray, not that she does not share my concerns and hopes we can do better, in that she does not lose sight on a daily basis about our part and place in this universe...like I often do.
If one opens up their mind to what existence really is and the scale of the universe it is much harder to be self centered and inward looking. To understand the scope and scale of existence and time is perhaps the greatest accomplishment there is. For we are truly insignificant and but a microscopic part of the whole. To the universe what happens here on Earth is of no consequence except to us as part of our petty concerns and desires. We will exist for less than a blink of time in a span which has stretched for beyond imagination into the past and will into the limitless future. The fate of the Earth we so anguish over here is already sealed. The Sun will eventually run out of fuel and expand and consume this planet in fire. It is doomed as are we all.
It matters not to the universe whether in our arrogance about our existence we are right that we are the 'only ones' or whether our galaxy and the billions of other galaxy's are chock full of peoples far more capable than us. Neither we nor they will have any effect on the passage of time or determine existence. That is beyond us and we need to keep all that in mind. If you ignore these things then how do you put a proper scale on beauty and love. By some simple looking inwardness? If the only thing you see is yourself I expect one would find themselves pretty special. Narcissism is self-fulfilling I guess.
The greatest fears to overcome is in the contemplating of the unknown, the scale of time and our insignificance. It makes the mind whirl and disorients you. But you also realize that you are a part, however insignificant, of all of this magnificent place and time. That is what has real meaning and we have our place in it. For a time at least. You and I are made of the parts of exploded stars which existed for unimaginable lengths of time and we will be disintegrated sometime in the future to repeat the process again. We will not live our tiny lives of awareness for long but we will exist almost forever. We can and should do our best, appreciate what time we have and love each other intensely, because it is the right thing to do, not because we are special.