Day 5

Tuesday 7th of April 2026


Today, while walking, I pondered on the questions: Who are we? Where did we come from? 


According to cosmology some of the matter on Earth originate as far back as the Big Bang (Enqvist, 2020). Enqvist calls this matter "stardust, ashes of dying stars spread into space." If matter on Earth is stardust settled down, living and co-creating life, here, on this planet, what does it make us? Are we stardust as well? Do we originate in the Big Bang or in an even earlier existence? Where do we come from? Who are we, actually?

I notice that a couple of seemingly simple questions give rise to more questions. Philosophers say "we are questioners by nature; answers just get in the way." (Noë, 2023, 224). Some things tend to be more beautiful the more mysterious they are. Life is one such thing.

Photo: Cosmic evolution pictured by a pole in a pedestrian bridge







References
Enqvist, Kari. 2020. "When Dead Stars Come Back to Life" in Kantava maa - Solid Ground edited by Nathalie Lautenbacher. Aalto Arts Books.
Noë, Alva. 2023. The Entanglement. How art and philosophy make us what we are. Princeton University Press. 

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