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.
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.
Our comfort zone is what we know. What we know is the past, a carefully curated twig-and-feather arrangement. What we don’t know—and insulate ourselves against—is magnum mysterium. This is the state of not knowing anything at all.