The purpose of life is vision—eyesight. The universe created us to see itself.
We’ve been given this time on Earth to see and, with consciousness, interpret what we’ve seen. That’s it. The purpose of life was for the universe to see itself, from within its own creation. The purpose of life was to see and to interpret. The purpose of life was you. You are endowed with all the universe ever wanted. Yes, the purpose of life was you. The purpose of life was me. The self-evolving universe… to see itself.
Through our five systems of detection, sight is the priority, while hearing, smell, taste, and feeling are secondary. In building a human being, those other elements of perception necessarily came along the mammalian path—but the central focus was vision, so that we could serve as the observers in our own experiment.
This is true in quantum physics. We are necessary.
No other sense even comes close to the role of sight. Light and its detection are key representations of life. In the end, the human eyeball is the apex of biological instrumentation—designed not merely to see light, but to give meaning to it.
And how sad is it that this most incredible device in the known universe—the developed eyeball—is being used to rip our planet apart because we’ve turned it into a tool of judgment? Because we’re using our eyes to differentiate between skin colors?
How short-sighted are we, truly, to lose the wonder of vision through something as base and primitive as racism?
We are using the most powerful lens the universe has ever evolved… to sort by pigment. That’s not just wrong—it’s tragic.
Skin and eyes are unrelated biologically. The skin is in no way tied to the function of the eye. One isn’t dependent on the other. If we didn’t have vision, racism would not exist. We cannot hear skin color. We cannot smell it, taste it, or feel it. It is the eyes alone that generate this fallacy.
And yet racism is tearing the world apart. It’s a new Salem, where pitchforks have been replaced by glances, and the execution is in the stare.
How did these two little “windows to the soul” become responsible for killing the world?
How did our eyes guide us through a dark past toward a brighter future—only to leave us stuck in the dimness of the present?
Are we treating vision like some novelty that just happened to show up in our DNA, for better or worse?
We are it. We are order amidst the chaos. You are a miracle.
If you believe God and the Universe are one and the same, then know this: the Universe “loves” you—because you are the most developed creation in it. You are its miracle organ. You are how the Universe knows itself.
We stand at the fulcrum. We were each given life, and now we face entropy. Governed by the second law of thermodynamics, everything should fall apart. The universe cooled into randomness, chaos, background radiation. And yet—life. Somehow, life formed. We are going against the grain.
We live in a sliver of time and space where life should not exist, and yet here we are, seeing, perceiving, thinking.
But now? Now we see entropy rising again. Buildings crumble, the old pass away, the lights flicker, the systems fail. The fires go out.
And what a devastating outcome it would be—if, after all this, the end result of evolution was racism. What poison in our vision brought us to this edge?
What societal ills can’t be solved by society? Are we that incapable of healing what we created?
Does this mean that the only time worth remembering is behind us?
Because we’re not going to Mars like this.
This myopic dystopia—we’ve tried it. This is it. So… how does today feel? How confident are you in anything? What would you say if no one would cancel you? What would you say if the world was listening?
What if the world is listening?
What if racism is not only a sickness—it’s the world’s own cry for help?
What if racism is how the world ends?
What if the outcome could have been changed by a mere sliver of time, by a moment of attention, by one person seeing a little clearer?
What if there had been no TikTok?
We must believe there is a peaceful way to live together. And eyesight must convince the brain that there is. How are you reading this right now? With your eyes.
Sight is a gift—and it’s on us to use it wisely.
The answer must exist in the universe.
How strange that the long biological evolution of light detection—the creation of the human eyeball—could lead to the suicide of the universe itself. That the eye would be the thing that undoes it all.
Is racism the dead end? Is it a law unto itself?
Why would the universe evolve an eye, only to destroy itself with it?
It cannot end with the flag of racism burning brightly in the dark.
Racism is more dangerous than nuclear war—because everyone has a button to press.
It chokes reason, blinds the conscience, and poisons reality. In this fog, we’ve lost our way. We’ve fallen into debris, detritus… a sewer of our own making.
No religion is a safe harbor anymore.
But the eyes—they are cleaned by tears.
And as long as we can cry… there is still hope.
As a human—crying is still an option.