I read a quote last evening about the significance of the discovery of the boson. It said, “It’s helping us understand the big universal question, which is what are we made out of.” (Philippe Di Stefano) And I thought, is this really the “big universal question”? Have we always longed to know what we’re made out of?
Now, don’t get me wrong–I love science. I’m quite the geek, really (although I’m more a biology geek than a physics geek, for sure), and I think this is all very, very cool, but… “what I’m made out of” isn’t a question that’s kept me up at night. I find it much more significant and insomnia-inducing to wonder why I was made, and what I’m meant to become. Mostly, though, it’s enough to know I was made, and that I’m loved by my Maker.