Preposterous!

Some quick thoughts I had to myself after a stirring conversation with an acquaintence. A science is a record keeping of the laws of nature, in essence. It is a grouping of data points, infused with the premise that certain patterns tend to appear, given certain circumstance. The motive here is that if the pattern is known, the pattern can be predicted. The overreaching goal then is to complete the archive, to find all the patterns, and answer all the questions. One interpretation of this is that there would exist a mathematical construct that, when inserted with the proper initial conditions, would describe every single particle and energy in the universe that ever existed and ever will exist. This would include the atoms in your body, the electrical impulses in your mind, the memory of that nice day in 1972 that you though your life reached its pinnacle, the day in 2018 when you get run over by a cement mixer in Shropshire visiting your cousin. A man with a calculator could tell you your life with better detail than you could remember it and tell your fortune with explicit accuracy.

At a rate of scientific progress that is faster than ever, when more technogical advances per capita than ever shower our globe in new shinies and preserve our own existence longer while simultaneously destroying it, when communication and cars and accelerated education make our lives go by so fast we can't even see it sometimes, the masterstroke of science still sounds about as wonky and nutty and as far off base as a sandwichboard toting homeless man screaming 'the end is nigh' at the top of his lungs. If God were here, He'd be an equation.