Not “how” did our universe begin, but “why”

Isn’t science grand? It knows when our universe began, it confidently states how it began, and now it talks of our universe expanding so fast it will exceed the speed of light and the stars will disappear from our sight. They’ll be moving away faster than the light travelling back from them, so to our eyes the night sky will turn black one day, as if no stars existed at all.

But we’re still in that wonderful period of time when the universe can be seen and studied. We have lots of time still to peer at its marvels. It’s amazing how we can do that from where we sit, on this tiny speck of a planet circling a smallish star on the outskirts of just one of billions of galaxies, but we’ve discovered it’s within our power to know how it all began.

Amazing. But now we’ve done that, what next? Oh, I imagine the universe has lots of surprises yet to keep scientists intrigued and busy for a long time to come, but isn’t enough known about our universe already that we can move from “How did it all begin?” to “Why?” and ask ourselves WHY our universe began in the first place?

And what’s wrong with asking “Why?” Even if the universe “just happened” for no reason and it really is a complete fluke, it did itself a horrible disservice by creating humans who want to know why it happened! We’re always asking why; we never stop asking why. But why should we stop when we find ourselves in a universe so intricate, so exquisite and so staggering to our senses that we’d burst if we couldn’t ask how and why such an amazing piece of work exists. Even if scientists could prove that something can come from nothing, why did the Big Bang create something so beautiful? Why didn’t it create blobs of lifeless nothing all the same size instead?

But who dares to answer the “why” questions? Scientists don’t; they’re only interested in how things happened. Evolutionists don’t; they’re only interested in proving evolution. Atheists don’t; they only live for the moment. No imagination in the lot of them. They’ve lost that lovely mind they had as children that responds to this amazing creation and never stops asking “Why?” It’s in us to ask why from the time we could turn over rocks to see what’s under them, so why stop asking why now? Don’t stop with “HOW¬†the universe happened.” We’ve got that figured out. Can we now please move on to “WHY it happened?”