Perhaps the British super-group Supertramp expressed it best:
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep,
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned,
I know it sounds absurd,
But please tell me who I am.
How incredible that something so basic, so fundamental as life can’t even justify, much
less explain its own existence. Most births aren’t annunciated by a bright chorus of
angels singing praises. We don’t come with instructions, explanations, or justifications
written within the folds of our baby fat, or that can be decoded from our most primeval
cries. We just, one day, are born; eventually we become aware of ourselves -- pain, fear, hunger often being the first sensations of self-consciousness. Uninvited, life is
foisted upon those who never asked for it, and yet remains difficult to give back if we
don’t want it and impossible to retain if we do.
Most folks have seen t-shirts with a drawing of the Milky Way, with an arrow pointing to
a spot that says, “You are here.” Maybe that tells us where we are but not why.