Chapter 1458: Chapter 1458: The Green-Robed Taoist Priest
The elderly physicist paused for a mont and looked at Cherry.
Cherry couldn’t help but ask again, “Why do we exist? What is the aning of our existence?”
The other person smiled and asked her, “Do you know why people like to pursue aning?”
Cherry shook her head blankly.
“Because in the vast universe, we are so small, so no matter what we do, we like to pursue aning—what is the aning of existence, what significance does doing sothing have, what is the aning contained in a painting, what thoughts does a story convey.
We have created art, culture, ethics, and laws, and imbue them with profound and lasting aning, transcending materiality to feel the weight and endurance on a spiritual level and gain satisfaction, but all of this is actually an illusion.”
Cherry was stunned, “Illu…sion?”
“Of course, this way of speaking might make many people uncomfortable,” he smiled kindly, “At least from a physical level, humans and all living beings on this earth are made up of matter. To be precise, a human, on average, is composed of seventy quadrillion quadrillion atoms—
65% oxygen, 18% carbon, 10% hydrogen, 3% nitrogen, 1.4% calcium, 1.1% phosphorus, and 54 trace elents, that’s all, just this.
Even our spirit, consciousness, and thoughts are the material result of electrochemical interactions between neurons and atoms.
So you see, when you ask what existence is, our existence is just so atoms, neither grand nor aningful. I think, rather than pondering our own existence, it’s better to consider what you want to beco, which will make you feel happier.” (Related physics knowledge excerpted from Leviathan, please delete if infringing.)
After saying this, the old scholar handed his signature to her, which Cherry took.
The students around, full of enthusiasm, surrounded the physicist, and Cherry was quickly pushed to the outskirts by them.
Gavin Graves ca over, wrapped an arm around her waist, and asked, “What were you talking about?”
“Talking about…” Cherry ca to her senses and smiled slightly, “Talking about how we are all atoms. Actually, we’re the sa, clumps of atoms, you know.”
Gavin chuckled.
He shook his head quite helplessly, holding her as they walked out of the university, the outside sunshine bright and vibrant.
This world is getting more and more absurd. A black mogul dons Buddha beads saying he’s doing charity, an upstart hangs paintings saying he has culture, and a ghost clutches a signed physics book, claiming she believes in science.
…
On the way ho, Cherry relentlessly shared her learning insights with Gavin.
“Now the periodic table of elents is arranged up to number 119, yet how many undiscovered elents remain is an unknown; theoretically, there are also superheavy elents and multidinsional elents, but due to the limitations of technology, humans cannot discover their existence, or if we do, we cannot understand such an existence.”
Cherry blinked at him, smiling particularly sweetly, “Do you get what I an?”
She curled her lips, her smiling expression carrying a philosophical air of “whether you see or not, I am there.”
Gavin pinched her little face, “Got it, noisy atoms.”
“Hmph! I am not noisy!”
The car stopped in front of the gate, and once the gate opened wide and the car slowly drove in, Gavin saw a taoist priest standing not far outside the door, in a quick glance, exuding a bit of an immortal aura.
After arriving ho, Gavin called a servant to inquire.
The servant said, “Indeed, a taoist priest ca today, saying there was evil energy rising to the heavens here, that the master of the house is in trouble. If the evil spirits are not promptly dispelled, the consequences would be unimaginable. We said the master was not ho, asked him to leave, but he wouldn’t listen and kept standing outside; alas, we couldn’t get rid of him…”
Cherry scoffed dismissively, “Overestimating oneself.”
After speaking, she hugged her beloved physics book and turned her head to go upstairs.
However, Gavin had other thoughts: is this taoist priest here for Cherry, or for the evil spirit on his arm? Or perhaps…is it a play arranged by Alexander Sumrs?
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