A Greater Perspective

I sometimes like to divide the world into two different parts. We can call the two ‘the objective physical reality’ and ‘the human reality’.

First, there’s ‘the objective physical reality’: Planet earth in the solar system in the milky way galaxy in the universe. The reality of physics. This is ‘the real reality’, but it’s really beyond our understanding. It’s just too big, too complicated and too old for us to grasp. And that’s completely fine. We are, after all, just a bunch of highly developed mammals.

Of course, we try to explain and describe the universe with mathematics and the laws of physics, and sometimes we think we get a little closer to describing ‘an objective reality’. To put things in perspective, consider this quote by Bill Bryson from his highly recommendable book “A Short Story of Nearly Everything”. It’s a bit long, but I just love the way he explains things:

Welcome. And congratulations. I am delighted that you could make it. Getting here wasn’t easy, I know. In fact, I suspect it was a little tougher than you realize.


To begin with, for you to be here now trillions of drifting atoms had somehow to assemble in an intricate and intriguingly obliging manner to create you. It’s an arrangement so specialized and particular that it has never been tried before and will only exist this once. For the next many years (we hope) these tiny particles will uncomplainingly engage in all the billions of deft, cooperative efforts necessary to keep you intact and let you experience the supremely agreeable but generally underappreciated state known as existence.


Why atoms take this trouble is a bit of a puzzle. Being you is not a gratifying experience at the atomic level. For all their devoted attention, your atoms don’t actually care about you indeed, don’t even know that you are there. They don’t even know that they are there. They are mindless particles, after all, and not even themselves alive. (It is a slightly arresting notion that if you were to pick yourself apart with tweezers, one atom at a time, you would produce a mound of fine atomic dust, none of which had ever been alive but all of which had once been you.) Yet somehow for the period of your existence they will answer to a single overarching impulse: to keep you you.

The bad news is that atoms are fickle and their time of devotion is fleeting-fleeting indeed. Even a long human life adds up to only about 650,000 hours. And when that modest milestone flashes past, or at some other point thereabouts, for reasons unknown your atoms will shut you down, silently disassemble, and go off to be other things. And that’s it for you.


Still, you may rejoice that it happens at all. Generally speaking in the universe it doesn’t, so far as we can tell. This is decidedly odd because the atoms that so liberally and congenially flock together to form living things on Earth are exactly the same atoms that decline to do it elsewhere. Whatever else it may be, at the level of chemistry life is curiously mundane: carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and nitrogen, a little calcium, a dash of sulfur, a light dusting of other very ordinary elements-nothing you wouldn’t find in any ordinary drugstore-and that’s all you need. The only thing special about the atoms that make you is that they make you. That is of course the miracle of life.


Whether or not atoms make life in other corners of the universe, they make plenty else; indeed, they make everything else. Without them there would be no water or air or rocks, no stars and planets, no distant gassy clouds or swirling nebulae or any of the other things that make the universe so usefully material. Atoms are so numerous and necessary that we easily overlook that they needn’t actually exist at all. There is no law that requires the universe to fill itself with small particles of matter or to produce light and gravity and the other physical properties on which our existence hinges. There needn’t actually be a universe at all. For the longest time there wasn’t. There were no atoms and no universe for them to float about in. There was nothing-nothing at all anywhere.


So thank goodness for atoms. But the fact that you have atoms and that they assemble in such a willing manner is only part of what got you here. To be here now, alive in the twentyfirst century and smart enough to know it, you also had to be the beneficiary of an extraordinary string of biological good fortune. Survival on Earth is a surprisingly tricky business. Of the billions and billions of species of living thing that have existed since the dawn of time, most-99.99 percent-are no longer around. Life on Earth, you see, is not only brief but dismayingly tenuous. It is a curious feature of our existence that we come from a planet that is very good at promoting life but even better at extinguishing it.


The average species on Earth lasts for only about four million years, so if you wish to be around for billions of years, you must be as fickle as the atoms that made you. You must be prepared to change everything about yourself-shape, size, color, species affiliation, everything-and to do so repeatedly. That’s much easier said than done, because the process of change is random. To get from “protoplasmal primordial atomic globule” (as the Gilbert and Sullivan song put it) to sentient upright modern human has required you to mutate new traits over and over in a precisely timely manner for an exceedingly long while. So at various periods over the last 3.8 billion years you have abhorred oxygen and then doted on it, grown fins and limbs and jaunty sails, laid eggs, flicked the air with a forked tongue, been sleek, been furry, lived underground, lived in trees, been as big as a deer and as small as a mouse, and a million things more. The tiniest deviation from any of these evolutionary shifts, and you might now be licking algae from cave walls or lolling walrus-like on some stony shore or disgorging air through a blowhole in the top of your head before diving sixty feet for a mouthful of delicious sandworms.


Not only have you been lucky enough to be attached since time immemorial to a favored evolutionary line, but you have also been extremely-make that miraculously-fortunate in your personal ancestry. Consider the fact that for 3.8 billion years, a period of time older than the Earth’s mountains and rivers and oceans, every one of your forebears on both sides has been attractive enough to find a mate, healthy enough to reproduce, and sufficiently blessed by fate and circumstances to live long enough to do so. Not one of your pertinent ancestors was squashed, devoured, drowned, starved, stranded, stuck fast, untimely wounded, or otherwise deflected from its life’s quest of delivering a tiny charge of genetic material to the right partner at the right moment in order to perpetuate the only possible sequence of hereditary combinations that could result-eventually, astoundingly, and all too briefly-in you.”


I always feel like this when I read Bill Bryson:

This is the ’real reality’ I’m talking about. Of course, I don’t know what’ll happen to the human species, but I must say I find it highly unrealistic that we’ll survive in the long term. I mean, in the really long term. Like after the Sun burns out. Which it will do at some point. So there’s really no need to take ourselves so goddamn serious all the time. Let’s enjoy the short time we have here on planet earth instead of spending all the time discussing politics and the like.

The human reality

This leads me to the second ‘reality’. The ‘human reality’. The ‘intercollective reality’ between us humans. Some call it ‘society’ or ‘culture’. This is the reality we’ve created between us. If ‘the objective reality’ cannot be understood by humans, the ‘human reality’ on the other hand can only be understood by humans. No other animal understands it.

I’m taking about the world of rules and regulations, of national states, of politics and bureaucracy, the world of corporations, the world of media, religion, consumerism, the world of capitalism, socialism, and communism.

Of course this ‘human reality’ is also the world of music, dance, friendship, play, love, the world of art, sex, adventure, the world of heroes and legends, sports, family and all the other beautiful things that are also only understood by humans.

These are all things that only exists because it exits in the brains of a bunch of humans. And yet, I find myself sometimes acting like this ‘human reality’ is the only thing that exists. I get swallowed up by all the things we collectively imagine. I loose perspective so to speak. I’ve noticed that it happens a lot more when I’m stressed out. Suddenly I find myself worrying about career, prestige, money and other superficial things.  In a way, I think it’s unhealthy if my thoughts only revolve around such things all the time.

When it happens I try to remember the greater picture, and that what I’m doing in this huge and wonderful world really doesn’t matter much. I don’t mean that in a negative way. I find it highly liberating to acknowledge that I’m really not that significant in a bigger perspective. So I’m free to do whatever I feel will bring the most happiness to my life.

2 Comments on “A Greater Perspective”

  1. I really liked this post, thanks for sharing. I think, all people have this feeling in their life, most likely when they sometimes are alone and look at the stars and feel really small. You just start thinking about what is life and what is going to happen when we die, and then you get this warm feeling inside of discomfort – and then I personally try to think about something else, in order not to get to bummed out 🙂 .
    But it is not a normal thing to discuss between people – at dinner for example -, even though it is definitely something we all have in common. So really nice to see some thoughts about this area.

    1. Hi Kristian!

      Thank you so much for your comment. I’m really happy that you liked the post! I worried it might be a little too ‘spacey’ 🙂

      I totally agree with you that it can be uncomfortable to think about ‘the meaning of life’ too much, but at the same time I think it’s possible to turn it into a nice way to put things in perspective.

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