I had a general idea of what Cosmology entailed, but like I often do if I have not read the meaning of a word for a while, I decided to look it up. As much as I am loathe to quote Wikipedia instead of a more primary source, their definition is the one I found the most useful for this post:
A religious cosmology (also mythological cosmology) is a way of explaining the origin, the history and the evolution of the cosmos or universe based on the religious mythology of a specific tradition.
And then I wondered what the hell to write about in this post. Because I do not really do cosmology.
I am sure I have a cosmology. I am one of those people that believe science and religion can coexist. I believe that the Big Bang sounds plausible, and that evolution seems pretty convincing. Science does a pretty good job for me about explaining the origins of things, from the physical universe, to my physical body, sitting in this armchair, while the world spins madly on its axis.
But science does not really have a hand in explaining where things come from in a spiritual sense. I have heard a lot of theories, from many different philosophies and religions. I am sure if I really put my mind and heart to it, I could come up with a theory I am a bit more fond of than others.
But mostly my reaction to that is, why?
So instead of throwing a theory out at you, my dear readers, I am going to take this time to say that I do not really care. Cosmology is not of particular interest to me. I have beliefs of where I come from, and why, and loosely my place in the grand scheme of things. I do not really need to know what the grand scheme is, or why, or how it came to be. I am far more interested in learning how to be here, in the midst of all of it, as fully and completely as possible.
Reconstructing the Labyrinth 