Spiritual thinker

The Universe is often described as a mechanical machine, ticking away like clockwork. There is no meaning, no purpose, there is just happenstance existence. We are here due to pure chance, luck, a big cosmic hazard. Such a vision lays the foundations for humanity's loss of meaning, depression and apathy. Why bother? After all, we're just meaningless insignificant beings inhabiting a speck of dust in a gargantuous Universe. "After I'm gone, let come what may." And yet, there always was something resisting the idea that we are but highly sophisticated biological machines, made up of tiny individual mechanical parts we call cells, all pre-programmed and unintelligent. There had to be something more. To cram my experience of life, of being alive, conscious, aware, feeling, tasting, touching, living, into the tiny materialist science box felt like a deep insult to the very core of my being, to my soul. Here below, you'll find links to my spiritual writing, which explores much deeper philosophical and existential questions about humanity, the Universe, and beyond.