For a start, I don't see why I can't have one. It's my choice, isn't it?
So, let's assume (for the sake of discussion) that we accept the whole concept of a Multiverse. No wait, first I should explain the basic premise.
We know a lot more about our universe than we ever have before (?). We've a great deal more ability to share ideas, discoveries and exchange knowledge, at least.
If there is more than one universe, and logic supports the suggestion, then where are the others?
Is this a question we'll ever be able to answer and just how would we be able to prove their existence credibly in our universe?
I think, if we can ask the question, the answer must also be available. Maybe 'our purpose' is to figure it out. That seems to be the primary purpose of every human being, to some degree. Our motive for having children is to ensure that the search continues and that our genetic contribution to the ultimate success is ensured in the process. - Survival of the Fittest
Without digress, when you look around the world, wherever you might be, what do YOU see?
Is it based on description?
How do you define anything that's a part of that vista, how do you explain it to yourself, where did that description come from, why do you accept it? - Critical Analysis
See a pattern here?
Let's consider the earliest recognised forms of human expression <laughter>. When I ask myself for examples of this, I'm thinking, filtering, sorting.
Answers are provided and questioned for accuracy
A) Cavemen drawings? Q) Hm, maybe, anything earlier?
A) Finger marks on snow? sand? soil? Q) Ahhh...... (nods 'Yes' x3)
You may have alternate suggestions which predate those I've considered above which are accurate, if you do, let me know.
What purpose did those finger marks serve? How did our species benefit from developing this as a skill?
Why am I asking this question? It's the key.
Speculate with me briefly, imagine, if you will, that we're hard wired to tell the truth. It's a fundamental requirement of our species - the ability to make informed choice. Problem is, it's not always a good idea to tell the truth.
Caveman 1 has killed a deer and if it's not moved soon'ish, other animals will eat it. What does he do? He can't manage on his own, he could fetch the carcas back to his cave, but that means the rest of them would know he had it. They'd probably want some and may even take it. Still, it's no good to him where it is, whereas, if he asks the others (back at the cave) if they'll help him carry it back there, then he could let them have some for helping - Share. So, now he's decided, he goes back to the Cave.
He stands in front of the 'ugly crew' and scratches his head. He's got a problem, how does he let them know what he wants them to do? They're all huddled together, looking cold, tired and hungry. While he's trying his best to get them to follow him outside, in the rain/snow. In fact, they may watch up until he starts going outside the cave beckoning to them. They keep looking away.
What's he going to do, it's really wet out there, he wants the meat back in the cave straight away.
Saying, "Ug, UG!" isn't helping. <wry grin - don't you love recognising connection - I do>
Now, this is an unusual event because, in this instance, one ape is thinking.
How do we know this? He's scratching his head (which is tick-ling). Growth activity in humans (as in most species) is demonstrated with ITCHING. I know this because I don't need to ask, although people may attempt to hide it from me, their subliminal imperitative will ensure it's displayed - the Truth Imperitative
We live on a planet of complex ecology which is balanced, weighed only by 'Consequence'. That is to say, what we do affects our environment. Here's an example:
Artfur (the lion) looks up and thinks before answering, "Thanks for asking, and yeah... I'm okay, I do alright. I won't say things aren't hard sometimes. People say I'm the king of the jungle and that's true up to a point. I get the wives running around to keep me fed and fend off the young bucks from my harem. Sylvester the lion across the west side of the Savannah (I call him Silly or Sly - just as a pet name), he's sometimes a problem, but after we've had a fight the females work a bit harder so that's okay. (he licks an old wound with apparent pleasure and wipes his left ear and eye). It's a good job I've got such a thick mane, it's annoying at times - makes me itchy, but what's great is that it's difficult for Silly to take a bite where it might really hurt.
Incidentally, Artfur has just reminded himself of an injury and he's 'processing'.
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