The longer I live, the longer I believe that life is completely different from everything the sages and wise men have told us over the ages.
If God exists, then it exists in the form of something so alien to our intellect that I’ve never heard about it.
Lately, I’ve come to believe that viruses may be the universe’s dominant life form. They exist — as Bones used to say on “Star Trek” — ” but not as we know it.”
They don’t measure time and if they do it’s on a scale impossible to comprehend. We exist the same way that wheat exists for us. Something to use, to harvest when need or desire indicates, and to forget the rest of the time.
We are not only not important, we simply don’t matter.
If you look at it that way, it makes sense. The concepts of good and evil, pain and suffering, none of it matters.
We are as yeast to the virus god.