Let my WHY live

The 360 Crore Year Head Start

What if someone started before us? Not a few thousand years, not a million, but billions? A species so ancient, so advanced, that their biology itself is beyond our understanding. What if they cracked the blueprint of life—RNA, DNA—the grand code that writes dinosaurs, humans, bacteria, and gods alike?

What if we are just an experiment? Cultured—like we culture bacteria. Grown, observed, modified, and discarded. This vast universe is an Agrasol Tapestry—a controlled medium where life is grown, altered, and sometimes abandoned. And we, with all our pride and intelligence, might just be cheap, substandard life, planted by something greater, something indifferent.

The Evolutionary Coin Toss: What If Had Won?

We reached the top, but evolution is just a coin toss. What if it had flipped differently? What if cats had gained this advantage? Would they have built civilizations, made rules, written history? Would they have created a religion around giant mice? Would they too have fought wars over interpretations of some ancient feline prophet’s words? Naps on priority. Let there be Napitalism. Sleeping is currency.

Viruses: The Divine Balancers

If God exists, he wouldn’t just be the creator of life—he’d be the creator of viruses too. A force that brings balance. Something that is both living and non-living. Wouldn’t he be the one to wipe out what is unnecessary? What is evolution if not a virus deleting the weak, rewriting the story, keeping only what survives? But instead, we think he is bothered about whether we offer him a product that he can create at will. Or did he even create it? Is he just an observer? Or why would he even create it?

Emotions: Just DNA’s Derivatives?

What if emotions are nothing but a byproduct of DNA expression? The transcription factors or stimuli are environmental, but maybe our microRNA—like wealth, emotional stability, or genes—silences some emotions post-transcription. A rich man does not worry about survival the way a poor man does. A person raised in love does not fear abandonment like one who was raised in neglect. So is emotion a function of external experience? Or is it regulated at a molecular level, just like every other bodily function? Maybe your grief is nothing but a chemical firing at the wrong time. Maybe your love is a set of pre-programmed reactions. Maybe your pain is just your body’s way of enforcing survival. Or maybe it is not all these maybes. So, what really separates you from an animal? Or a machine? Or a well-written program?

Consciousness: Just Another Program?

We think we are special because we can think. But thinking is just a function—like digestion, like breathing, like the firing of neurons. What if consciousness is nothing more than a self-learning program? The dinosaurs ruled this planet for 160 million years. They didn’t have brains like us, yet they colonized the entire Earth. Then, in the blink of an eye, they were gone. We came next, with brains instead of brawn, but what makes us think we are permanent? A hostile approach towards everything that is not us—and even towards everything that is us. How far will it take us? Maybe we know the how, maybe we know the why, but how far the why? And why the why?

The Fancy Idea of Religion and Money

We fear the unknown, and what we fear, we explain. Religion started as a quest, a genuine search for meaning. But it lost its way. Instead of questioning, we started answering. Instead of exploring, we started dictating. “God made humans fresh.” Fool(ly) organic. How small of a god would that be? One who is concerned with shaping human noses and laying down rules on whether to cover the body half or full? One who bothers about whether humans should have sex twice or thrice a day? Or has to demonstrate that my sex was duty, yours is pleasure. He didn’t even create S nor E nor X, or not even SEX altogether. Why would he bother? Capitalism or Communism. Marx or Modi. Ram or Random. Jews or Jahannum. Would a real god waste time on these petty details? (He might.) Or would he be one who sets the first reaction in motion and lets it all unfold? Or maybe he didn’t even do that. Why would God want you to offer him prasad if he is the one who created the factors of production for it? Or if he didn’t create those factors, and you did, why should he even care? Sacrifice yourself to God? But even he didn’t create you. You are just a random mutation of his blueprint. This entire universe is. Or maybe you are a substandard product of a super product. But even why that product? Who created that product? And if God is a public good, but everyone wants to free ride on faith, who actually pays for him? Maybe that’s why you needed money, your artificial god—to buy offerings for your real god. Kill a few other than your kind, destroy many of your own kind, all to please something that may not even care.

Let My Why Live or Why should you let it live

“Who knows? Who can say whence it all came, and how creation happened? The gods themselves came after creation—so who truly knows?” -Rig Veda If the oldest scripture of this land had the courage to question, why do we still insist on answers? Science answers the how but preserves the Why. We manufactured so many how and answered all the why . But why? Comrades, Let Aurangzeb sleep. Because whether he is dead or not, we don’t know why.

Oh Why-Mighty

Where the mind is mindful,

Where the sky is full of why,

Into that heaven of freedom,

Let my country be awhyake.

By Utkarsh Shukla , who once had a why . He knew/knows/nose no How but many whys but why (Dabloo AAAAAच Why)