Everything from nothing?

The big bang went kablooeey! From out of nothing came everything! Yeah, right. Conservation of energy is like my Aunt Martha’s preserves—they only last until the mold takes over, or till the cows come home, whichever happens first. But then Martha used wax to seal her jars. Some of yesterday’s great science figures are preserved or replicated in wax, even today. Have their theories become moldy too?

Did Descartes put the cart before the horse? If I think, wherefore am I? Did I think before my first thought? How thoughtful of me! It all boils down to thought, then? How do you know I am not just thinking you? How does Descartes know I have not thought him? Or outthought him. Is thought inner or outer? Where does it begin?

Can you get a something out of a nothing? If I close my eyes will it all just go away? It seems to, until I reopen them. It is different trying to navigate with blindfolds on. If I stuff cotton in my ears, what does that do to my world? Sans eyes, sans ears, sans touch! Where would I be then? Touch is the big one then, in a way. Without feeling, man is cold indeed. And also, where would I be without my television news? Lost perchance. The sense instruments and their accessories seem to form our world into what it seems to be.