If I remember correctly, this is known as "the existential question." Its something to ponder, or at least since I was young I often had this thought cross my mind as I looked into the blue sky as clouds drifted on by. I would look up, sun glaring down, and deep within I would ponder this and every single time this peculiar feeling would overcome me. Some unknown expression, possibly bewilderment.
Does this question matter? I don't know. Does God Himself ponder His existence? Not in that He came to be but has always been, but in such existence did He ever think, "Why AM I?" Maybe this question is truly irrelevant and just something to bring up that bewilderment but nonetheless I continue to ponder.
It is such a bizarre feeling to consider why something instead of nothing. That I am typing right now, breathing, seeing, have a brain, fingers, a body, and all that I am currently experiencing in the present moment. To think that this is, instead of not being the case. I could find the answer to why I exist, why anything exists possibly if God granted it, but to include God, Himself, in the question of all existence it seems perplexing.
As I said, just maybe the question isn't one to be answered? Our finite minds incapable of knowing? Either way, there is that feeling again.
Does this question matter? I don't know. Does God Himself ponder His existence? Not in that He came to be but has always been, but in such existence did He ever think, "Why AM I?" Maybe this question is truly irrelevant and just something to bring up that bewilderment but nonetheless I continue to ponder.
It is such a bizarre feeling to consider why something instead of nothing. That I am typing right now, breathing, seeing, have a brain, fingers, a body, and all that I am currently experiencing in the present moment. To think that this is, instead of not being the case. I could find the answer to why I exist, why anything exists possibly if God granted it, but to include God, Himself, in the question of all existence it seems perplexing.
As I said, just maybe the question isn't one to be answered? Our finite minds incapable of knowing? Either way, there is that feeling again.