I like to go over to the river on my lunch break and look at the water. There’s a path that runs along, and there are lupines and other wild flowers in the spring. There are some blackberries that I can pick in August. The past year or so there have been some private property signs posted telling everybody to keep out. I obey. Lots of people don’t, but I do. I’m not a troublemaker. So now I go to the town boat landing and look at the water down there. Same water.
We’re close to the sea and the river moves with the tide. When the tide is low the water is shallow for a ways out. One day I was watching what was going on in the shallows and my attention landed on a plant. It had big leaves and it was moving around with the water there in the muddy bottom. Sun was on the leaves. A few minnows were hanging around beneath the leaves. I thought maybe it had roots that were helping to hold the mud together. I saw energy attracted to the plant. I started thinking about how the plant served a purpose. I thought, energy is attracted to purpose, and things that don’t serve a purpose lose energy and don’t long endure.
I like my little axiom and I think about it sometimes. Right now I’m thinking that it might be a kind of survivalist premiss. Kind of a law of the jungle thing. The old and the sick of the herd aren’t good for much anymore? Fine. They can make themselves useful by lagging behind to keep the lions entertained.
If surviving long enough to breed and then get eaten is all that’s called for, why do I have this mind that thinks about higher purpose and searches for god?