I recently found a card for Adrian's birthday which had a beautiful saying, attributed to Albert Einstein.
"There are only two ways to live your life. One is that nothing is a miracle, the other is that everything is a miracle."
I have an interest in the physics of the cosmos. The only problem is, it's so darn confusing. Difficult to imagine. Hard to wrap you head around. Reading that sort of material is pretty heavy (pun intended). Fortunately, there are some fairly well-done nerdy scientific programs that attempt to discuss the science of space and time, such as the miniseries I was watching today, "How the Universe Works."
I remember becoming more intrigued by the nature of the universe and outer space sometime last year. I heard about things like parallel universes and wondered if they existed. I believe that many people facing an intense personal crisis are led to the inevitable questions of, "what does it all mean?" and "does anything really matter?" This is true even for people of faith. There are those who resist science principles in the name of faith, but for myself and many (if not most) others highly educated in the sciences, these truths actually serve to reinforce belief in a higher power or force, if you will. At a minimum, the existence of another dimension that we don't yet understand and a purposeful design that we cannot explain.
Meanwhile, while we're hanging out here on this rock, miracles abound, if you choose to appreciate them. Sure my baby died, but what a miracle that she was conceived. By the most amazing and intricate process, her unique DNA (created from our DNA) created a tiny being, unlike any other. How miraculous that my body carried and nourished her little soul for her whole life here on earth. Even in the context of loss and terrible pain, I can appreciate the miracle that was my Angeline.
Zooming way out, into the cosmos, thinking about expansion of the universe (the Big Bang versus other competing theories), black holes, worm holes, supernovas, antimatter, the singular theory of matter... By comparison, this planet seems so small, our understanding so limited, humans so powerless. When you really think about the tremendous and powerful forces at play in the universe, you must let go of any delusions of control you may still have. When you realize that there are nomadic black holes out there (millions of them) that could come and suck up our solar system without warning, you have a different perspective of your own personal life. But now, somehow even death seems less threatening, knowing my baby girl has gone before me, how can I be fearful?
Oddly enough, contemplating astrophysics made me think of a meditation I had been listening to recently. (Check out Meditation Oasis on iTunes). The meditation encouraged us to be still in the present moment, not to will one thing or another, or to resist things being the way they are, but rather to exist in the present time peacefully, believing that we are exactly where we are meant to be. Given the incredible unlikeliness that any one of us is here at all, I would have to agree. It is probably true that each of us is exactly where we are meant to be, whether by means of destiny or God or the forces of the universe. As much pain as we may feel at a particular time, we can choose to focus on the miracles and find joy in every day.