In his search for reality, Decartes systematically doubted everything his senses perceived, and finally concluded that the one thing he could not doubt was the fact that he doubted—hence this statement—Cogito, ergo sum—I think, therefore I am. Decartes reasoned that he was not an illusion, that he was real, and from that position he concluded that life and the world around him was real.
Don’t laugh—for centuries men argued on how many angels could stand on the head of a pin—seriously! And for centuries men argued about which of these came first—the chicken or the egg. They eventually abandoned the angels-on-a-pin argument, but finally decided that the chicken came before the egg.
They reached their decision by reasoning that the first chicken began life as a chicken, a being endowed with its ultimate chickenness (so to speak). It was created perfect by its creator and therefore is not moving toward perfection. It’s safe to say that a chicken, any chicken regardless of its pedigree, will never become anything more than a chicken, no matter how hard it might try. It will, of course, ultimately change its shape and form dramatically, but it will never improve on its chickenness.
The egg, by its very nature, is imperfect and is moving toward perfection, and unless it stumbles on the road to perfection and is eaten, whether fried, scrambled, hard-boiled or raw, or perhaps dies from natural (or unnatural) causes, it will ultimately achieve perfection—it will become a chicken. Ergo, in the beginning, the time of the big bang, the time of creation, the time in which the creator created the heavens and the earth and everything thereon (and rested on the seventh), there was neither chicken nor egg.
Had the egg come first, it would have presented the paradox of perfection arising from imperfection. The heavy thinkers of their day couldn’t possible support that one. A contradicting argument (if one needs one) would be that every chicken egg ever laid and to be laid, whether past, present or future has within itself the seeds of perfection, the potential of becoming a chicken. It needs only to be nurtured with the proper degree of heat for the proper number of days, and voila!—a perfect chicken emerges, albeit it very small as are all newborns, relative of course to the size of the parents.
The greatest potential for perfection in life resides in a far different sort of egg, an egg that forms the human embryo and requires fertilization, a pleasurable transaction which guarantees that human life as we know it will continue throughout eternity, or at least as long as the big bang continues—ah, not that big bang—I refer to the continuing expansion of our universe throughout space, an expansion that some believe was caused by a tremendous event called the big bang.
Unless my failing memory fails me the chicken, along with flora and other fauna, was created on the fifth day, the same day on which that famous existential couple, Adam and Eve, were created—existential in the sense that they took sole responsibility for giving their lives meaning and for living those lives passionately and sincerely (note the emphasis on passionately). In the words of the late Paul Harvey:
“And now you know the rest of the story!”
The very first perfect chicken, through a process provided by its creator, produced the first imperfect egg. The chicken obviously had to come first in order to start things, to produce the egg, an imperfect something that ultimately becomes a perfect chicken, and the process continues to this day and will continue on through eternity, or at least as long as chickens lay.
I know, I know—the first imperfect egg came from a perfect chicken, so on the surface it would appear that imperfection can come from perfection, but that doesn’t count on the first time—hey, give the early thinkers a bit of slack!
Beware! Dumb joke approaching (I’m tendering an apology in advance, so be nice):
“It’s not the fault of that apple on the tree—it was that pear (pair) on the ground.”
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
January 30, 2010 at 3:19 pm
If you say the egg came first, you still have to ask from what. >.< Answering the question doesn't help much.
January 30, 2010 at 6:32 pm
Did you read the posting? Or did you simply read the title and then compose your comment? I did not say the egg came first—I said the chicken came first. As for the origin of the chicken, I used the words creator, create, created and creation. We may not like it, but reason demands that we pause somewhere and take a deep breath in our efforts to explain and understand the universe—that’s why I stopped with the chicken, much as Decartes stopped when he ran out of things to doubt.
I deliberately did not name a creator, nor did I capitalize the word “creator.” I’ll leave that to any viewer that may wish to name, and to capitalize if desired, whatever force the viewer believes created the chicken, whether it be an infinitesimally small part of the handiwork of some supreme being, a monumental task purported to have been completed six thousand years ago, with the entire process taking just six days to complete, or the result of evolution, a process that science tell us has been in progress for five or six billion years and still counting—up from the depths of primordial slime and into chicken coops, trees, condos and Congress.
Thanks for visiting and thanks for the comment. I apologize for the length of the sentence in the second paragraph—I wanted to say more, but I ran out of commas.