The universe is a mystery. We look up at the cosmos and see balls of energy in the form of stars and planets, swirling around in what seems to be ordered chaos (not unlike jazz music).
Many people see this to be evidence that life as we know it came about by random chance processes. In such a world where chaos is natural, why is it that our human nature tries to see the order in life?
"If you are really a product of a materialistic universe, how is it that you don't feel at home there?"
--C.S. Lewis, "Encounter with Light"
If nature has produced us by random processes and chance, then why does this bother us?
Is the universe really silent because we live in a cold and impersonal world, or is it the silence of a library which allows one to best study its contents?
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