A Humanist’s Creed
I believe in the Universe, one among multiple.
I believe the Universe is knowable and its evidence presents itself to an observer like me.
I believe I can know it and how it made itself, my Milky Way galaxy, my Sun and its solar system, my planet earth a part of it and I upon it for a brace of time that is my mortal life.
I believe in science and the scientific method as the way to know what the Universe is and what it does.
What one calls one’s God, I call the Universe.
What one calls Heaven and hopes to visit after death, I call the Heavens and know it to be observable in my present as I see it in the night sky as I live and know that it has been here for 13 billion years before me and will last past me until I know not when. And I know that after I die I am still in this Heaven at what ever place the molecules that composed me occupy, most probably still here on my beloved Earth.
What another calls the soul I call consciousness. I believe I live from my birth to my death and my consciousness is confined in my brain, impermanent and perishable, but expressible in language and action, and though my life ends my consciousness is transmittable and can be recorded. And as I live watching the sky light of stars long perished, I know as the past of others comes to my present in light and my own life is and was an intersection of matter and energy in the fourth dimension of time it is possible the cinema of my life is reflected as light into the Universe for another to see my past in that one’s present, as it were my future.
While I have reverence and awe for the grand vastness of space and time of this Universe, I make meaning in my finite time with relative significance drawn from the quantum of my deeds and expressions and the people, places, and things that I love. I came to embrace Existentialism as the philosophy that gave meaning to my own brief life in the longer context of human history wrapped in the greater flow of planetary, galactic, and universal time. My existence is a finite record from birth to death but I believe it travels in time in recession in the fourth dimension, my family and friends forever my companions, forever at the age of the moment of our common experience. This record, the cinema of my life and its multiple intersections of a web of lives, projects as light into the future of the Universe, our past observable in the future of another observer’s present.
And while we have consciousness and breath, we make meaning by what we do.
And for that I borrow the motto of the great composer Lou Harrison:
And were I to reprogram the computer in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy to answer the great question
“What is the Meaning of Life?”
It is this:
“Keep Life going.”
Gary U.S.Coates 2019/01/09