Reality gives us too little to think about, too little
stimulation for the brain, so we create puzzles and literature and math and
physics. They keep our brains busy, our minds from imploding. They satisfy our
craving to be curious. But why would evolution spend the resources necessary to
create a being dissatisfied with survival? Nature’s principle for success is
excess: cast millions of seeds in the expectation of a dozen trees. Create a
universe whose size exceeds all image or metaphor in the hope (if hope is part
of the universe) of a handful of planets capable of sustaining life and of
creatures capable of looking back at it and saying “what?” Because if it make
sense to say that the universe is for anything, that is what it is for.) Any God this universe has is not interested in
efficient manufacture. Why would that
be?
