Saturday, November 3, 2012

Quest

The big bang happened, probably. Believed to be a superhot mass of neutrons and quanta. Neutrons gave rise to simple atoms like hydrogen. The big bang also gave rise to scatters of dense matter at high temperatures of ten of millions of degrees, like the sun. This temperature facilitates conditions rarely met in our realm which leads to nuclear reactions. Helium from Hydrogen, Oxygen, Carbon from Helium and so on.

Somewhere due to some happy coincidence, or a long string of happy coincidences, complex combinations of these elements were formed. One of these complex molecules, chlorophyll, had a peculiar quality of absorbing radiation of particular frequency incident on it from the sun (the radiation arising from the nuclear reactions which lead to formation of Carbon,etc., incidentally) and using it to convert two compounds (water and CO2) into glucose. (What struck me the most here, call me a slowpoke if you will, is that chlorophyll is THE gateway for life on earth!! What other molecule harnesses photons incident on it and makes life essential glucose?)

With time, changes occurred on the smaller time scale and led to us, the human form, which can sit and comprehend this. Come to think of it, each "coincidence" has a probability associated, correct? And in the whole process of big bang to me sitting here typing has a number of coincidences which even the most powerful computer cannot process. I am really limited here by my own imaginations of HUGE. The actual order of that number might be the number which I'm thinking raised to itself. (God, if exists and is reading this, will definitely laugh at the minuscule number that the farthest of my imagination can permit, but hey the fact that it permits this far an imagination? His own victory)

Probabilities of uncorrelated events multiply. Multiply all these probabilities of all these events (assume this for simplicity). The inverse is probably (interesting word, this, don't you think?) the order of magnitude of size of the universe. It is this size the universe has to take so that there are combinations of elements, a peculiar combination of the pool of matter (which forms an equally tiny fraction of the sum of all matter), on this tiny bit called Earth. This combination of elements here, call it human. It uses the matter formed via all these unlikely events (a probability of one in million would be called unlikely wouldn't it, on our scale?),this is the remarkable thing, it uses this matter to facilitate it to study it's own bearings!! It can ponder on temperatures of billions. It can make theories on the very existence of itself! If it was by chance that some crucial event occurred for the world to be what it is today, I am really glad that it did. I do not know what a human benefits out of such pondering, which really begs the question of why, why are we here? Why do we exist?

I read a statement by Fred Hoyle (it is from his book that I got the inspiration for writing this particular ramble) that the smallest functional protein formation has odds like some millions of earths all solving the rubik's cube together, or something of that sort, I'm really not sure, but you get the gist.

Grander the scale of things there are bound to be events further away from the mean, yes? Outliers, statistics calls it. The magnitude of things at the outset (temperature, pressure, mass, density what not) was actually so large that unexpected things should indeed be expected, is what I think in retrospect. Then again, since I simply cannot expect to have a grasp of all possible scales, I wonder if in the formation and bursting of bubbles in boiling water, entire universes are created and destroyed? Probably not, my limited (and thankfully so, otherwise can one be rational?) mind tells me. I ponder on. . .

Disclaimer: All this while if I appear erudite and scholarly and deep and what not, I wish to clarify that it is certainly not so. For if a person cannot think with sufficient clarity on a simple (relative to the above article) case of gas dissolving in liquid, one does not simply become a scholar by trying their luck at hypothesizing  about (largely) unexplained subjects. It is just a manifestation of the inevitable pondering of the brain upon itself.