cosmology 2

So science at its aboslute limit, spanning the whole of creation, surveying the expanse of the universe, is brought back to its roots and made animal once more. Because these are exactly the limits of the human mind, size and depth and distance, and therefore they may be said to be, in a real way, things we were not designed to think about. All the great scientists, Newton or Einstein or Stephen Hawking or anyone, still has that limitation in his brain, a physical, animal limitation by which he is righteously dwarfed by a universe he would seek to know. Maybe an anthropologist will tell you of the social basis of the human brain's functions, how it's to help to hunter survey his range, plot the tracks of far-ranging reindeer, cast his spears. What, as basic as that? Hunter versus hunted, something rooted in the animal kingdom, hairy-faced hunters sniffing the wind? And maybe a biologist will tell you of the limits of the mammal brain.
And so it's ironical that in the judgement of distance mankind meets its limit, because hairy hominids in trees grasped at branches and stared down with wary eyes. Maybe the limit of the imagined cast of my mind is just a couple of miles, from horizon to horizon, and thus it is brought home to us that we are animals in an animal environment, just like monkeys in a cage, albeit ingenious monkeys that dream and conjecture about what we see outside the bars.
Before, when i spoke about myself as a speck, what was i really picturing? Something like one of these specks of paint on my desk, or a mote of dust on my carpet. Yes, the human brain really is painfully limited.