Originality: that dramatic soliloquy we feel as boiling elastic within us and theatrically out of us: we associate it with unbounded creativity in the arts; great discoveries in science; vast projects in architecture and engineering, in daily occurrences of unprecedented insight, nonobvious restructuring of old patterns, and at its fundamental level, we call it ‘purpose’—its function as a path we stumble down searching for meaning in all the complexity of our humanness.
Quantum theory established that the inanimate atomic universe absorbs and releases matter and energy discretely until a passive state ensues. Biology suggests life is little more than chaotic piles of protoplasm: catalogs of chemicals randomly mixed for billions of years without intent, shaped and influenced by brute circumstance: both explanations illuminate the known universe through statistical knowledge and empirical observation, but might an additional principle exist here—quantum biology: a chemically kinetic state as balance against entropy?
Consciousness as a quantum consequence may manifest in humans as a purpose and desire to imagine other situations—call it originality in its emergence from us: not depending on genetic copies of survivors: not a choice between ‘do’ or ‘don’t,’ as it makes us a process participant in stabilizing the elusive equilibrium between static and dynamic systems.
All creatures through their single imagination are aware of other creatures, seemingly gained by the helpful hand of natural selection, but what explains consciousness, as it may not be an evolved state: imagine consciousness closer to a chemical continuity across the spectrum of all plants and animals, simply arising as a property out of increasingly complex chemical interactions, and like our bodies’ specialized cells racing amok from the never-ending chemical addendum we blend into nature’s stew, consciousness continues expanding, unsympathetic to our aims on this mortal coil, as we are to the aims of worms and cockroaches while we grapple with life’s incoherence.
Give your sails a moment to billow in this breezy rhetoric while you’re steering your shipwreck of self without the Omnipotent Compass ready to guide: it’s a charming apercu to envision we’re part of whatever is postponing life’s unarrestable decline, ignoring that it may be little more than introspective incest between our awareness and imagination, but we’re extending life, in original ways, without any idea why and no guarantee we won’t be losers at the last call.....more>>