The world is temporal, meaning time-bound and finite. It came from nothing and is now in the process of returning to nothing. To paraphrase the timeless Stephen Hawking, ‘Why bother?’ Spare a thought for cosmologists! Still looking for a cause. Still not finding one.
A coincidence reminds us that we are not in control of what happens. There are 7.75 billion of us milling about on a small glow-ball floating in space. And yet, we’re causal crazy.
Things happen unexpectedly. We often call these things accidents. But there are no accidents. If something happened, it had to happen. Things happen for numberless reasons. They happen because the universe happened.
We are gestated as the stars are, in a sea of blackness, in the blackness of the womb. First Nations culture elevates blackness. The shaman Beautiful Painted Arrow recalls, “We were taught that if you see a Black man you would say, ‘Oh, he is my grandfather.’”
Chaos and cosmos are dance partners. In the West, we refer to the law of opposites. In the East, the Sanskrit word samsara, is employed. The role of chaos is to trigger germination, an irruptive movement involving the utter destruction of an innocent casing.