Purpose

I looked into the eyes of the universe and found my own existence. Existence, starting from the sapphire gem shining and suddenly bursting into pieces forming the Colosseum, the cosmos, with a bang. And in a picosecond, it scattered the core connecting them into a really really tiny matter – quarks. Their attraction formed protons, neutrons and electrons, and many hydrogen atoms floating in utter emptiness. They bound themselves in gravity, connecting them into clouds. Soon their connectivity brought colours and a star was born.

The dark empty universe found the source of light in itself.
Twinkling giant objects larger than our imagination were still not enough to occupy the whole space.

Like our bubbly thoughts, the stars started to decay, to die. Their death marked a new beginning of more atoms, a chain of atoms, all after the hydrogen and helium in the periodic table. The universe turned mature, the universe turned creative.

Dust, pebbles, stones, asteroids, planets, all wrapped in the space-time fabric connecting us.
Within all these activities, a galaxy gave birth to a solar system with its gift as Earth. It is the planet possessed and obsessed with life created from non-living matters of sodium, potassium, carbon and the calcium, the same atoms invented after the death of million stars. That means, I was born when million stars died, isn’t it a miracle?

The universe was never lonely again, or was she?

The universe was never, ever lonely. Life started with bacteria, which later evolved for a million years to make humans like us. We just popped up all of a sudden! How should I label this incident, an accident or a miracle?

So who are we? What is our purpose? What is our purpose ‘in’ this big universe? What is the purpose ‘of’ this big universe?

These questions might require an intellect who will be free from insecurities, from the veils of caste and creed, the projectiles of past and future.

Sayyam