by Jean-Marie Toutonghi
- The Capitol Hill Times –
The universe expands!
The continents drift!
Man is created and
Man creates god!
Out of a fiery potential of the energy of trillions of trillions of stars,
out of the chaos that permeates the void,
a Big Bang occurs. A fireball of energy driven by the heat of trillions
of degrees expands into the void of space-time, creating at once,
both space and time. “Before you were, I am,” the creator of all.
It expands because it must, and in the process it cools off slowly
and creates matter, mostly hydrogen and helium. It expands and
creates because it must, it cannot not create, and it cannot not expand!
And the hydrogen and helium and energy ruled by the force of
gravitation collect into spinning, spiralling, convoluted galaxies –
each a small universe, each a fiery furnace in which gravity is
busy creating stars, themselves small fiery furnaces converting
hydrogen into heavier elements. The stars are born, the stars die.
The stars explode in violent bursts, novae, supernovae, and become
dim, obscure dark objects, only shadows of their former selves,
White dwarfs, brown dwarfs, neutron stars, no longer possessing
their former power to brighten up the skies, no longer releasing
the energy produced in their former nuclear furnaces. And their
explosions fill the galaxies with the dust of the heavier elements,
which, in turn, form other stars, new stars, many with solid planets.
The galaxies continue to move at dizzying speeds from each other.
Filled with the violence of their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other,
they separate, gliding through the dark and silent, lonely void of space.
This is not a cycle, this is forever, and one
day each galaxy will be alone in its universe! Alone forever.
The planet Earth is created of the matter leftover from the formation
of the sun. It moves sluggishly around its sun, spinning like a top
on its axis. Its surface is hot, molten, liquid. And out of its deep
interior it vomits a continuous effluence of lava and steam, and it
vomits still! Slowly its surface cools off, and slowly the steam
gathers into ponds, perhaps small at first, but ultimately into
oceans and seas. And in these ponds chemistry occurs, chemistry
of the most versatile of all elements, carbon, carbon that came from
deep within the intestines of some distant unknown star. The dreadful,
death of a star is giving birth to organic chemistry in the depth of
the oceans of Earth. One gigantic landmass surrounded by deep,
lonely oceans. Dying stars have created an earth, and soon its
oceans will create life out of the chemistry of a simple element:
a common element, carbon. It could not “not have created” the
Earth, which could not “not have created” the oceans, which with
the energy of sunlight could not “not have” created life! It is
all predetermined from the beginning. And the chemistry of life
is active, enterprising, and evolving continuously into more and
more complex organisms, and of the millions of such organisms some
survive; most die off in a very hostile environment.
Then the zenith of evolution appears to be reached!
For one hundred and seventy five million years,
the planet is ruled fiercely by the great dinosaurs.
The plunder of the vegetation by the herbivores
is checked through their demise by the carnivores.
A wondrous balance appears to prevail,
as evolution stands still in face of an assault;
the giants driven by voracious appetites
devour most new forms of life. But nature is fickle,
and, in their turn, the great predators become extinct,
Whether meteorite, comet, or asteroid,
the planet is assaulted and Earth and vapor circumnavigate
the globe, blocking life-giving sunlight, killing plant –
in turn, starving the herbivores, then the carnivores.
Total extinction of the great dinosaurs!
The arrow of evolution points infallibly to the
creation of mammals, of man and woman.
Humans, weakest of all the mammals, in his fear
his inadequacy creates gods in his own image.
He survives by killing species after species of other living beings.
He kills to eat, at first, then for the sheer pleasure of killing.
He is weak but he has developed a brain bigger and better than
any before him, so he tames fire, invents weapons to cover up
his inadequacy as a hunter, and though he discovers ways of
growing and harvesting his food, he continues to kill. Will nothing
stop his carnage, his rape and plunder of the planet? Yes! Yes!
Being weak, man creates gods, one after the other, harmless gods,
One for each mystery that he does not understand. But finally,
being as proud as he is weak, he creates one, single super god…
in his own image!
Then, is it any wonder that he spends millennia cursing that god?
For, in cursing that god, he is cursing his own inadequacy; he is
cursing the chaos from which he came and to which he goes!