Monday, February 11, 2013
Essentially nothing exists except fermions floating about in a vast expanse of nothingness. Yet the fermions are able to interact in such complex ways that not just “sustain life” but also allow us to think and feel emotions. Am I controlling these fermions or am I simply responding to their unfathomable demands? Is there a point to the complexity of these structures and systems they have formed? If I die, I will merely be recycled, and the world will go on. Everyone dies. That’s how these fermions work. They’re fickle, but they’ll always be here. The true individual is not the human but the subatomic particle. We are simply formulaic aggregates.