Why Are
We Not As Perfect as a Falling Apple?
Why
were we not made perfect? Ever wonder about that? I mean, if a being had what
it takes to make us in the first place, why make us as flawed as we are. It
would be as if we, with the ability to make a Maserati, made a Flintstone
vehicle of stone and wood instead.
It
could be, certainly, that we are not yet as perfect as we might someday be, and
that the agonizingly slow process of evolution might someday see us reach some
pinnacle of perfection. But even then, why the wait? If we are eventually going
to be perfect, why not just start out that way and circumvent all those eons of
gradual change.
You
really have to suspect that we were not meant
to be perfect.
And
you have to ask yourself why.
The question
to be asked next would be this; is there perfection in our world (humans
notwithstanding), in our galaxy, in our known universe? If there is, then it
follows that we could have been made
perfect, but the decision was made to not do so. If there is not perfection anywhere,
then perfection for us was never a possibility anyway and this whole discussion
is fairly moot.
I
submit that there is perfection in the universe, and that because of that, the
fact that we are not perfect was because of a conscious decision not to make us
so.
I
don’t know if you need to be a theologian or a physicist to determine the
possibility of perfection in our environment. Maybe all you really need to be
is an astute observer.
Newton
may or may not have been sitting under a tree when an apple fell on his head
and from which he surmised, via the law of universal gravitation, that what
goes up must come down. There will never be a time when the simple act of
throwing an object into the air will not result in that object falling back to
the earth from which it was launched (unless it is unnaturally acted on;
someone snatches it out of the air before it has a chance to land). You don’t
even have to know anything about Sir Issac Newton or his laws of motion to know
and understand this. You just have to throw something up into the air and watch
it come down. Newton’s laws just reinforce what you intuitively already knew;
no matter how many times you throw that object into the air, it will always
come back.
Or
consider this. If you take a hot object, a stone heated in a fireplace, say,
and drop it in a bucket of ice, the ice will eventually melt and the stone and
resulting water made from the ice will be at the same temperature. There will
never be a time when the heated stone, when placed in a bucket of ice, will
become as cold as the ice, while the ice becomes as hot as the stone.
Laws of
thermodynamics will explain this in as much detail as you might like. Or you
could simply measure the temperature of the ice and stone and of the resultant
water, or easier still, just put your hand in that water. It will be neither
freezing nor hot.
Or
observe how, when you attempt to slide one object across another object, the
objects are subjected to a force, friction, that opposes the movement of those
objects. No matter the objects you
choose, no matter how many times you slide those objects against one another,
the result will always be the same, friction will impede the motion of those
objects.
You
could calculate the coefficient of friction for the objects you have chosen to
slide against one other, or spend a fruitless lifetime trying to find two
objects that would not produce friction when slid against one another. Or you
could accept (since others have done the exhaustive math for you) that this is
another example of perfection in the universe.
If a
thing that happens, must happen that same way, forever, ad infinitum. Surely
that is perfection.
A
universe that contains these elements of perfection (there are certainly more
that could be mentioned, the viscosity of water, perfect for drinking, perfect
for its role as a transporter of nutrients in the vascular system; the
squirrel, so perfect a creature for tree climbing, but I think you get the point),
could also have contained a perfect human being.
Why
didn’t it?
One answer
might be that perfection can only be attained over the course of many
lifetimes, an infinite number of life times maybe. The problem I have with this
option is simply that it would seem unlikely that you would ever know where you
are on the path to that perfection. I’m pretty sure none of us are aware of any
previous lives we might have lived, and we probably have no idea how much
farther along the perfection gradient we are in this life as compared to the
one we left last.
If you
have no way to contrast and compare lives so you can be certain to continue in
the right direction towards perfection, I again ask, what is the point? Why the
multitude of lives if there is nothing linking those lives you have already
lived with those you have yet to live?
Without
that connection, without that knowledge of past and future lives, how can
perfection be possible? It would then be nothing but blind luck that keeps you
on, or points you toward, that elusive path to perfection.
How
can that be accepted as a reasonable means to achieve the perfection that the
majestic and orderly universe has known, doubtless since the instant after the
Big Bang?
OK, so
maybe you play the faith card. You pick up a King and add it to the two you
already have. You spread your cards on the table and say “Praise God! Perfection
is in the eye of the beholder!”
Since we are the
children of God and God made a universe which has perfect things in it, then we
must also be perfect (even if we don’t exactly understand how), exactly because
we have been molded by the hand of a perfect (and let us not forget merciful) God.
But
how can you compare a man to Newton’s laws of motion and not come to the
inescapable conclusion that one is perfect and one is not, that we come up severely
lacking in that comparison.
An
apple when thrown up into the air will always fall back to earth. A man will
not always do the right thing. If he did, we would all be immersed in the perpetually
warm glow of peace and contentment, instead of dodging the perilous fallout
from endless wars, penury, and hate.
Faith
may sustain us, it may allow us to endure the endless ailments we mostly foist
upon ourselves, but it does not explain why we put ourselves in those untenable
positions to begin with. And if we expect a better result the next time around
I’m pretty sure we’re going to sadly disappointed.
So, God
could have made us as perfect as a falling apple, but didn’t. Why not?
I want
to say it’s because we keep him amused; our foibles tickle his funny bone; that
we are to him like a puppy chasing its tail. I would like to say that, except,
really, how long are we amused by the antics of a puppy? And even if God’s
timeline is, like, infinite, there would be an unGodlike element of cruelty to
that suspicion.
No
harm comes from a puppy chasing its tail. The same cannot be said of men flying
planes into skyscrapers. How could God be amused by that wanton act of
barbarity?
Then I
thought maybe God is bored. Perfection would have its drawbacks would it not?
Everything you do would be perfect; every thought you have would be perfect;
your dreams would be perfect, and come perfectly true.
What
would you have to strive for?
Maybe
we remind God of what it’s like to want.
And I
think that comes close to the truth. Maybe as close to the truth as an
imperfect man can get.
We
were not made perfect, because if we were made perfect that would be an ending,
not a beginning.
And
maybe, just maybe, since God is so good at creating cycles (satellites cycling
around planets, planets cycling around stars) the cycle we all are a part of is
a cycle in which we do get better
after each life we live. Maybe we don’t need to know how to get better, to get
closer and closer to perfection with each life we live, we just do. And maybe,
after enough of these lives, in which we are getting closer to being perfect
and better at not creating war, and poverty, and hate, we do finally become perfect. And it is not just us, here
on planet Earth, but beings on all the habitable planets in all the known and
unknown universes. We all gradually become perfect. And when we do? when we
all, all of us, live enough lives of continually increasing perfection, maybe
then we become God, or we become a piece of God, a single, sentient, symbiotic cell
in the structure of God.
That’s
an appealing thought. Beats the Hell (pun absolutely intended) out of the
dichotomy of Heaven and Hell, and it brings universes of sentient beings into
the eventual fold, or embrace, of God. There is no positive proof of this
option, obviously. If there were you could just slack off and still end up a
little more perfect in the next life. Since you don’t know for sure if my
alternative afterlife is correct, you will, presumably, simply continue with
your, mostly, good life for as long as you are granted the joy of living and
worry about what comes next when you get there.
No, God
didn’t make us perfect, but he just might have given us the means to become
perfect, eventually.