I have read the egg, from Andy Weir…
And, beyond the text, what if the god of the story is not humanity herself, at last mature, guiding herself to goodness?
There are so many ways to express the oneness of the universe and try to include the “beyond” this universe, the timeless infinitude that we can’t access. My early versions of meaning of life were about learning, that we are here to learn, but, then I thought, learn what? I learn about me, as much as I can of what is known, but I no longer believe I will ever learn more than the physicist know.