For some time now I have been frustrated by the persistence of the western myth of the origin of the universe.
It was about forty five years ago that I wrote to the then prominent astronomer, Sir Fred Hoyle, and proposed the idea that the universe didn’t begin. Astronomers at that time were using the idea of a ‘big bang’ to hang their theories on.
Since we observe stuff in the physical world being made, that is a pattern of thought that we have adopted. One day you go down to the car showroom and you have a look around and choose one you like the colour of and say, I’ll have that one. And you read the documents that come with the car and it tells you where and when it was made.
But that isn’t the case – even for a car, it was made from other things. Some clever chap pulled together all sorts of stuff in an original way, as if from nowhere, and made a car.
This is compelling notion from which Judea, Christian and Islamic religions base their premise on the origin of the universe; Jehovah, God or Allah made it. And that was a convincing enough answer, until scientists started asking awkward questions in the eighteenth century. Sir Isaac Newton pulled out the idea that the universe was some sort of enormous clock that was put together in such a way that it ticked. And that fooled everyone enough to last a few centuries until scientists started talking about a big bang.
But that idea, as clever as it is, denies the questions about what was there before the origin of the universe and introduces the next question which is; what is there after the universe?
In Hindu mythology they have a story which they call the churning of the ocean. You have two opposing / complimentary forces lined up holding a huge snake like two ‘tug of war’ teams. They pull hard against each other and sometimes the snake is pulled in one direction and sometimes in the other. In this way the Ocean, which scientists call Space (although it is nothing of the kind) is churned, so sustaining matter and movement from one eternity to the next.
This was the meat from which I gained my sustenance to write to Sir Fred and suggest that the Universe doesn’t need to have a beginning or an end; why would it? He wasn’t convinced.
In recent times we have been presented with the image derived from mathematics called ‘fractals’. These present to me very clearly how the Universe is made. It is not stuff or the spaces between stuff but pattern. If you observe atoms and electrons under a microscope you see an image which might as well be a picture of suns and planets, or suns and galaxies, or galaxies and universes, or universes and …
You see if you think it through eventually you run out of words because language runs out of the ability to fit your thoughts. That is why the Zen Masters and Sufi Masters described the universe in poems, because poetry is a kind of verbal fractal. It can describe matter and movement at one level in order to describe a similar process in infinite levels, infinite universes.
So for me the ‘big bang’ was a whisper, not a bang. It was just a changing of direction of everything that already was and always will be. It was what you might call ‘a cosmic breath’ that keeps existing because it changes state, changes direction.
Because we were once ‘born’ and had our little bottoms smacked to put air into our lungs for the first time, we think the universe came into being in the same way. But we think like this because we use scientific materialism as our model of thought, especially at an unconscious level from where we obtain our ideas.
Because we imagine ourselves to be the development of a ‘me’ inside a bag of skin, we separate ourselves from the universe in a most fundamental way.
Astronomers will tell you that your body is made up of ‘star dust’ that is elemental matter from the origin of the universe. And this is a fractals way of telling you that not only is our body the universe, but our spirit as well.
We are no more separate from the universe than a newspaper is from it’s readers. What I mean is that a newspaper is at one level skins of paper which is really nothing, it’s just something to read or light the fire with. A newspaper only exists in the minds of it’s readers.
So do we come alive when we stop thinking of ourselves as a bag containing organs and bones. Instead we should see ourselves as part of the churning ocean, the ocean from which we evolved, are evolving and will evolve into something else…not dust to dust, but star dust to star dust to star dust to star dust ad infinitum.