I think Dr. Seuss correctly said that "everyone is a little weird. When we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with our own we call it love.
I came up with the theory today for why the whole universe began:
Before the formation of the cosmos it was the will of the universe itself, and not some blind force, that everything be held in a hot dense state. This made the universe feel complete, secure, and in control. It was very paranoid back then.
But time eventually exposed that this will was not so complete and even the weight of all we think is real couldn't stop a question from being lit in the dark folds where space and itself itself were meant to mean nothing. "What else could there be?" Time won, and then it realized it didn't have any space to resolve this and it went crazy and exploded into this universe.
Now there's infinite space to expand and develop towards infinite complexity. There are universes of possibilities being born and dying, scattered across immeasurable distances.
I imagine what it must have been like, stuffed into that oppressive singularity, that inferno of madness, and how every atom and every quirk in your being was once mine, and how everything I now call me and mine was you and yours, and we were all together. goo goo ga choo!
I've learned something from this elegant design and that is that everything and everyone needs space to grow. but even stars get lonely. I'm sure they miss one another and talk using pulses. Some even collide into one another causing violent but beautiful spectacles. Others gracefully fall into binary star systems.
In a gazillion years or so there maybe a reunion, that is if the initial force of the expansion, combined with whatever energy is accelerating the expansion eventually surrenders to that part of the universe which wants to suck everything back in.
I'm not sure how democratic the whole process is; it's an eternal struggle between gravity and free will.
I think our lives are not so different.
Did I just go overboard with this whole profile thing?