Questions, Questions, Questions

I woke up today filled with a powerful sense of self-loathing. I realised that buying anything is disgusting and wasteful unless one has a plan for living forever. Why must we be born at all if we are here for only a moment? Evolution is a trick, a clever illusion that makes life seem to make sense by covering up the real questions with an appearance of order and inevitability that causes a response in us, the observers, of something like, "Aah, yes! Of COURSE!!" We get so dazzled that we forget what we came to ask in the first place: why is there any life at all? Here the creationists have the edge since their view of the question allows them to answer that "why" with a self-consistent "because." They have no need to go any deeper into it because only a fool would claim to know the mind of God. But science leaves us with a Chinese box-puzzle that offers up a new question right after we have solved the previous one and there are those who thought that we had just reached the end of the chain and now we knew it all. No. That was a delusion and only a temporary one at that. Science offers no Final Solutions, no end to the flow of inquiry. In large part this may be because science is unable to give us a beginning, either. It is no surprise to me that there are scientists who possess a deep religious faith of some kind: since their calling has no chance of ever being perfected to the point where it can answer the "why" questions that bracket our existence, it is only natural that the human who is a scientist would also want to have a measure of peace. Since Creation and science are not mutually exclusive, you can have your peace and pick away at it on weekdays as well.