In the news these terribly bright skins are preparing to announce details about their hunt for the elusive Higgs Bosun, the so-called God Particle. I’m not going to go into too much detail about theoretical particle physics because I am still a puppy, so if you are of a nerdish disposition and want to learn more then follow this link to the BBC website where more info is available.
The long and short of it is, these scientists have spent billions to build a machine to find the tiniest thing you can imagine, and they don’t even know if it’s there or not. If it is there where they predict and it is the thing that gives everything its mass then they will have proved right the standard model of physics. But here’s the funny thing: they don’t want it to be there! If they can prove its not there then it opens the door to new theories. New theories create new opportunities for investigation and new reasons for them to build machines that cost billions and give them a reason to exist.
On the other side of the life, the universe and everything coin are the skins who believe what it says in the Bible, God created heaven and earth, plants, animals, sky and sea, and last of all skins in six days and rested on the seventh. No wonder He needed a rest after all that. The thing that bothers me the most about this is why would He invent skins in the first place? Seeing as He knows everything, He must have realised that they would set out to bring the whole house crashing down on top of them? Like termites, their whole purpose seems to be to destroy everything.
My question is this: what does it matter? This endless and pointless search for knowledge about our planet’s place in the universe, skins….it don’t matter. What matters is where we are now, today. What matters is instead of hiding in a laboratory underground and looking curiously up your own butts, go outside, feel the sun warm your face, then you’ll know where you are. Spend the money on lifting the third world out of poverty, give them tools, education and let them feed themselves. Stop exploiting them and keeping them down. There are 7 billion skins on this planet, many of them living in absolute poverty; without food, clean water, medicine, education, or a way of earning a living. So what the hell does it matter to them what’s holding the mass of the universe together? Why are billions being spent on these machines that only benefit the overly large brains of boffins when billions are holding out their hands?