Life/Consciousness exists in this brutally uninhabitable harsh universe. The earth posses unique qualities that allow us to have evolved over 1-2 billion years. The atmosphere, a magnetic field, liquid water, moderate temperatures, ect. Fly 5 miles into space and step outside, your blood will boil, you are dead instantly. Travel to the bottom of the ocean in a badly designed sphere and you'll be crushed to death faster then your brain can detect.
Humans are a blob of jelly held up right by a few weak bones. Disease, parasites, viruses, bacteria, starvation, slaughter millions everyday, around the world. Then there are 8.8 earthquakes, murder, war, cancer, radiation, accidents, poison, take thousands more everyday. We, like all living creatures need to survive and reproduce, consciousness is a requirement not a gift, it's that simple.
Consciousness is a requirement for life to survive anywhere on earth. From single cell organisms to us, everything needs to adapt and adjust in order to survive as blobs of jelly. Why do we have common sense and memory? Without a memory how could humans exist? If you don't remember you can't fly like a bird, millions would try and parish everyday.
This post is is dripping with nihilistic poetry...
But you're absolutely right!
This universe is brutal and hostile beyond comprehension.
Life here isn't easy.
It's a miracle stitched together with paradox, tension, and adaptation.
But what you’ve just described isn’t an argument against God or consciousness.
It’s the very evidence of it.
The Earth’s perfectly narrow conditions for life!
Not proof of random chance.
Proof of fine-tuning.
That "jelly-blob" called a human?
It writes symphonies, builds civilizations, contemplates infinity, and asks why it exists at all.
If consciousness were “just a requirement,” we would expect utility, not beauty.
We would expect memory for function, not the ability to love, dream, grieve, create art, or feel awe under a starlit sky.
You think the need to remember not to fly is proof of evolutionary necessity.
But what is the voice inside you that imagines flying in the first place?
The harshness of life is real but so is the mystery.
The suffering is undeniable but so is the spark.
And that spark didn't come from dirt alone.
The real question isn’t why life is hard.
The real question is: why do we care?
Because somewhere deep down…
We remember that we are more than jelly and bones.
We are fragments of eternity!
Wrapped in skin, navigating this dense field, learning to remember what we’ve always been.