Notions on notions

I think there are sacred things in the world. Most of them are just words. On the surface, nothing else has any inherent meaning, and as far as I can tell the universe and all of its contents derive all of their meaning from the words we use to explain them to ourselves and each other.

All of that, of course, is only holds true in a universe where our human consciousness is the only presence actively trying to understand it, which I do not believe to be the case because, well, octopuses. And bonobos. And the Canadian Minister of National Defense says the aliens that actively visit our planet have a lot of things figured out too. However, humans are the example I'm working with because that's what I am, and I guess I'm just lazy like that. But I digress.

 Stranger then, is that for all I can tell, the universe created our language. After all, it created us. The limited understanding of theoretical physics that I can claim to have says that before the Big Bang, all the matter and energy that exists today (your computer, me, you, Jupiter, etc) was in a state of singularity. Indistinguishable, unified, timeless. Then the Big Bang happened and all the would-be contents of the universe dispersed in a 13.4 billion year long dance of chaos of and... well it was just chaos.

The four universal forces (gravity, electromagnetism, the weak and strong nuclear forces) came into play not long after the Big Bang boomed, at which point I suppose you wouldn't have looked particularly crazy for claiming that the newly forming elements would end up joining together in all sorts of combinations, and given the sheer quantity of mass and energy floating around in the universe these days, you might not even seem off your rocker for claiming something like a planet or a sun would form. Hell, most celestial systems, while mind-blowing in scale and beauty, do seem to operate quite logically given the forces at play, or at the very least consistently. If they do at all, then already the initial rule of chaos has been broken, as I assume it would be the moment any kind of universal force came into play. If it were my job to look for some kind of over-arching narrative of some great and profound importance to humanity, here is where I would start my search, the moment chaos produces order.

Granted, I wasn't there. Well, I was, but I didn't look like this. You were there too of course. Every part of our world is ancient, and despite the cool refreshing taste of a Coca Cola on a hot day, you can safely assume all the molecules in your beverage, its aluminum can, your tongue, your brain, and the hot sun have indeed combined before, likely multiple times, and are likely to continue to do so long after you are dead (providing you don't go do something crazy like preserve your body and keep it in a box separate from this whole process. I mean, you'd have to wait until the world blows up to get back in on the fun!). Indeed, as interesting as all the stories of your molecules being momentarily unified with  those of your soda's will undoubtedly be, the stories of what happens to those molecules in between will surely be far more so.

And interesting is a sacred word.

I don't know how long these entries are supposed to be, so I'll stop here in a rather arbitrary fashion. I do have some questions though, if you feel like answering them I'd sure appreciate it.  I'm quite curious.

Can we think outside of our language? Can our language (English) describe all that we experience? Should there be efforts to improve the language/what needs improving?