Upon viewing our sister galaxy Andromeda here in the infrared wavelength of radiation outside our visual sphere, one is taken by the sense of a violent whirlpool of starry material being whisked apart at some enormous speed. And then it dawns that this imagined motion is indeed quite real and quite beyond our day to day apprehension of magnitudes of speed. And yet, all is apparently quite frozen there in this telescopic frame of light years scope. So we likewise feel ourselves frozen here though our reason knows our motion relative to the universe is feverishly immense. And somewhere as we speak, scientists, tucked away in the laboratory use laser light to nearly halt all motion at the subatomic scale. Is it a wonder then that our senses are quite baffled by seeming statistical impossibilities at these infinitesimal scales that a sort of pre-established harmonic order should hold? And further since we can derive the enormous benefits of tools we have devised in exploring such paradoxes, why are we so loath to embrace the unalterable evidence that such an ordering is just and fitting? What little voice in our ear utters a jarring discourse against such good fortune? Indeed, is it not the gift of life wherein we encounter this ability of a universe undergoing unfathomable force to be leashed for the benefit of living substance?
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