Human have been around a long time.
The Population Reference Bureau states 107 billion people have lived since 50,000 years ago. Let’s say average age expectancy of 30 years equals three trillion years of concurrent running years. And we still have no idea what is going on.
We have a lot of observations and analysis of the world we can perceive. Everything does innately want to protect life and to procreate. So that seems important. All life has an innate need to explore. And so far nobody has quantitatively come back from the dead.
People really like sex a lot. That event overshadows everything for so much of everyone’s life that it seems relevant to our purpose. Maybe you spend the afterlife with all your sexual partners and not your family after all.
What do we know?
That we are in fact alive.
That reality is real.
That nothing comes from nothing.
We are food for something unseen.
We are the only sentient life in the universe.
There are other humans in the universe just too far away.
Rudimentary life began in outer space and spread to earth like pollen.
The universe is falling through a void.
Every single person that has ever died has a ghost running around.
We all get jobs in the afterlife. The economy is even worse.
Conciousness collects in the strata and associates with fetuses.
This life is a training program for the next life.
Things only exist when you are observing them.
Aliens zapped monkeys to make them smart so they could mine gold.
One or multiple gods created humans to obsessively watch us.
Gods get humans pregnant sometimes.
We are part of a computer.
We are part of Allen Iverson.
We are part of a turtle’s dream.
We are here to collect something. Still working on what.
The first and most likely is:
To have kids.
I personally don’t have them and find the whole thing exhausting to think about. But let’s be real. It does seem like that is the one reason to go ahead and be born and feed yourself to get on with life.
To get rich.
If being alive was a game, then dollars, cents and houses is an realistic way to do scoring. Many people would argue that being honest and caring is greater than being rich. I think each of us gets to decide that for ourselves.
To get famous.
Along the same lines as getting rich we exist in the medium called earth. Why? Maybe it is to make a mark in history having existed. These are three things that people do value a lot.
To make art.
Maybe we are getting a little too competitive. And the real purpose is to make a thing. Raising a kid, getting rich or famous counts. But so does your project at work. That spreadsheet is your drill-press. Like a video camera is for a YouTuber. Or a pen for poet.
Every experience you collect or thing we do is added up eventually. Hope you didn’t do anything you will be embarrassed about in the after-life! But us being “alive” right now is a fact-finding process.
Even if any of those are what we still don’t know why though.
What is the alternative?
Maybe there is no such thing as everything not existing.
Infinity is not something I can visualize. At best a senior mathematician can appreciate it. I still have to figure out what it is. It’s just a big yes to every question. Please tell me what infinity is down in the comments. 😀