Astronomers have predicted that our solar
system will end cataclysmically five billion years from now. What a great way to
earn a living! I can’t help wondering if it might not happen four billion years
from now. Or maybe six. If you’re interested, the disaster will strike when the
sun runs out of hydrogen, swells into a red giant (approximately 200 times the
size it is now), destroys the nearest planets, and either boils us up, or sucks
us in. Global warming is peanuts compared to this. But in the light of our
discussion on the nature of the designer, it does raise interesting questions.
Things end. What happens after the ending, and if it comes to that, what
happened before the beginning? We don’t know. We can’t know. And so we should
not pretend to know.
But if we consider our various alternative explanations of life, we can’t escape
the fact that each one has the ending built in: every living thing that we know
dies. We can take that one step further back: every living thing that we know
changes. The changes may be imperceptible from one second to the next, but look
at the photo of yourself twenty years ago, look at the photo of your dog five
years ago, hunt for the flower that was in bloom five weeks ago. Things are
always on the move. If you want eternal life, you may feel it’s a crying shame
that evolution has not perfected the undying gene. After all, it has perfected
reproduction, and even self-healing and self-immunisation. No problem for the
atheist, who will simply argue that the chance combinations which brought about
life never got round to creating the deathless gene, and it’s “natural” anyway
that things should die – as if unconscious nature somehow ordained death. There
is a problem, though, for the designer concept. Death has clearly always been an
integral part of the design, and we need to know why.
Before human beings came along to bring variety to the spectacle, we assume that
other species lived their lives, as mentioned above, and died, leaving the next
generation to do precisely the same. When you’ve seen say twenty generations of
brachiosauruses munching a thousand or so generations of bananas, even if all
these generations are but an evening in thy sight, there must be a degree of
boredom. Imagine, then, the tedium of endless generations, or of one endless
generation. Variety is essential to any form of entertainment. A symphony with
one repeated note, a play with one repeated word, or a football match in which
everyone stands stock still for ninety minutes – these will not set the pulses
racing.
In general, change and ending are integral to any spectacle. Much though we may
regret the fact that our moments of glory or bliss do not last for ever, we
would certainly regret it even more if they did. And rather sickeningly, it has
to be said that if the daily news consisted of nothing but happy reports of how
well everything was going, we would very soon long to hear some bad news. We in
England love our sunny summer days, but hot sun 365 days a year? It is the
mixture of good and bad that makes even our own lives richer, and since change
involves endings and beginnings, we can scarcely complain even on our own behalf
that the designer’s work is faulty in this respect. That is not to condone the
seemingly needless pain and suffering mentioned earlier, but we are trying to
see the whole picture, and to understand it – not to pass judgement. The
designer introduced the concept of endings because it was the only way that the
programme could be made interesting, both for it and for us.
Whether the designer will also come to an end in five billion years is a little
difficult for a mere agnostic to say, but the line of speculation that I should
now like to follow is that of our own ending. If the atheists are right, and we
are miraculous descendants of a million astonishing coincidences, then of course
there can be nothing after death. If there is/was a designer of a purely
physical nature – the colossus whom we cannot see – then the same applies. But
if there is/was a designer on a different plane from ourselves, which for want
of a better term I have labelled “spirit”, then an afterlife as a spirit cannot
be discounted.
Before wandering off into this “undiscover’d country”, I should like for a
moment to consider what is life and, for that matter, what is death. Even the
vast collection of complex, interconnected organs that make up our bodies are
just lumps of matter without the spark, the breath, the lightning that sets them
in motion. Darwin talked of life having been “breathed” by the Creator into his
“few forms or one”. There is no doubt that when we die, everything stops, the
engine cuts out, the light goes off, the bubble bursts – but what is it that
leaves us? And when it all began, a thousand ages ago, what was it that entered
us? We do not know. There is no scientist on earth who can tell us. There is no
atheist or theologian on earth who can tell us. Since we do not know, we must
keep an open mind about the possibilities.
The third category of originator (chance and a physical designer being the first
two) presents the option of another form of life. If it created us in its image,
then the body may be the container, and the other form may be the content. What
we said earlier about ghosts and mediums comes into operation in this context:
if just one story or one “contact” is genuine, then the whole scenario is real.
Life on Earth would then be only a chapter in our history.
Some people have been brought back from the dead and have reported extraordinary
experiences – an amazing light, peace, contact with their loved ones,
out-of-body observation of the activities going on around the body they have
vacated. None of this can be dismissed. It cannot be verified either – that is
the nature of the non-physical beast – but you would need to have rock-solid
faith in your limited tools of perception and comprehension in order to ignore
the claims of every single testimony.
Do we want an afterlife? The question is totally irrelevant to our quest for
truth, but it is worth asking all the same, since it might influence our
beliefs. The answer in most cases would probably be: “It depends…” We certainly
don’t want an eternal hell. An eternal heaven sounds attractive, though
impossible to visualize without the dreaded element of boredom taking over. What
about perfect peace? Well, perfect peace would surely be eternal, dreamless
sleep. And that is what we think of as death. Since in this life we are unlikely
to know the answers to our most fundamental questions, the agnostic can look
forward to death with a degree of enthusiasm (though I’m talking of death
itself, and not the act of dying, which may be a dreadful ordeal). Either there
will be perfect peace, which can’t do us any harm, or there will be a new life
in which we may learn some of the longed-for answers. We should not discount
those philosophies and religions such as Buddhism and Hinduism that promise (or
threaten) a new life on Earth in another form, or maybe as another person, but
even that prospect need not worry us unduly. Only one of the options is really
frightening, and that is the much disputed concept of hell. But in order to
understand such concepts, and in order to gauge the possible nature of an
afterlife, we need to consider exactly who or what it is that will enter it.
This is a question of identity.