Entry the Twentieth: The Question of Origin—On Humanity and Earth’s Reluctant Harmony
2 min readNot that it truly matters—who am I to speak the cosmos aloud? I am not Professor Brian Cox, nor some glittering oracle of science whose words ring through the echo chambers of broadcast and fame. No, I am merely Jack, and no crowds gather to ask me, “Tell us something about the universe.”
Yet I observe, and I write.
And here is what I’ve been thinking:
If humans truly originated on Earth, then why is it that they are the only species whose existence does not naturally benefit the Earth?
Every other species fits like a gear in the great mechanism of life. Birds feed on insects; insects pollinate flowers; flowers provide oxygen and beauty. The predator sharpens the prey, and death nourishes life. It is a balance so intricate, so elegant, that to interfere with one thread is to risk unraveling the tapestry.
But humans? Remove us from the Earth, and the planet thrives. Forests regrow. Skies clear. Ecosystems blossom without hesitation. Evolution continues undisturbed.
This leads one to three unsettling—perhaps wondrous—possibilities:
- Humanity evolved elsewhere, on a different world, and was brought here—by some ancient migration or forgotten catastrophe.
- Earth was never our destination, but a stop along a longer celestial journey—a station in the universe, not the terminus.
- Or—this world was created for us, specifically, with its strange harmony and strange resistance, and therefore implies a Creator, a purposeful act of genesis.
If true, then our species is not of Earth. It is of the stars. Or of something beyond even that.
Not because we cannot live here—but because nothing else needs us to.
Let the record show: the observer has considered the origin of the misplaced.
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