Nothing Is Not An Option


Kurduvādi Last month, a packed audience at London’s Royal Institution watched William Lane Craig, the Christian philosopher and apologist, square off against Alex O’Connor, the Cambridge-educated YouTuber who has made a career dismantling the God argument. They were good. They were sharp. And they both missed the same thing.

The debate, like nearly all debates between atheists and theists, began with a shared assumption so old and so familiar that nobody bothered to question it. That assumption: there is something rather than nothing, and that demands an explanation. It is the oldest move in the game. It is also the wrong move.

The theist says God explains it. The atheist says the laws of physics explain it. Both plant their flags on the same hill. Both argue over who put the something there. But here is what neither side paused to ask: what, exactly, is nothing?

Go ahead. Try to define it. The moment you do, you have made it something. You have given it properties. You have described it, which means it occupies a conceptual space, which means it exists in at least one dimension of reality. Philosophers call this the paradox of nothingness. Physicists have been circling it for decades.

The moment you talk about nothing, you have already lost nothing.

Consider the theist’s own position. God, in every major theological tradition, is eternal. He exists outside of time. He has always been and always will be. That means even the theist’s universe carries something eternal within it from the very start. Before the creation, there was God. Before the void, there was God. The theist’s argument, at its foundation, is that something eternal gave rise to something temporal. Which is an argument that something has always existed. Which is an argument that nothing is a term without a referent.

The theist defeats the premise before the atheist gets a word in. They just fail to see it.

Some will say nothing means the absence of everything. But absence is itself a condition. It has structure. It implies a somewhere from which things are absent. You need a container for that absence, and a container is something. The argument eats itself before it gets started. It has been eating itself for centuries. We just keep feeding it.

Quantum mechanics bears it out. The best current models of the Big Bang describe a fissure in a quantum field that already existed, a pre-geometric constant from which space and time as we measure them were born.

Our universe emerged from something our instruments have yet to fully describe. Those same instruments tell us that even the emptiest measurable space seethes with virtual particles, flickering in and out of existence. Empty space is something. It always was.

This is what Evidentialism has always argued: that mathematical order, the constancy of physical law, the fact that the universe behaves according to principles we can discover and verify, these are the signature of a reality that exists by necessity. Something exists because nothing is a logical impossibility. The scientific method, applied with rigor and humility, leads to the same place theology does, just by a more honest road.

Which raises a question neither Craig nor O’Connor put on the table: what if nothing is an impossible state of existence? What if something must exist because nothing has zero mechanism by which to exist at all? What if the universe is a logical necessity rather than a divine gift?

The argument from nothing has always been the argument from something. It assumes a ledger with a zero on it. But zero may be a number the universe lacks the means to write.

Atheists have long ceded this ground. By accepting the premise that something requires justification against a backdrop of possible nothingness, they have agreed to play on the theist’s field. The theist then walks onto that field with God in tow, and the argument is half won before it begins.

Yield that ground and the debate is over before it starts. Hold it, and a different question emerges: why is there this something rather than another something. That question requires an honest reckoning with what nothing actually means.

Which is, it turns out, nothing at all.

Buffering


By Bernie Sanders, U.S. Senate

Yessentuki THE INSANELY RIGGED ECONOMY

Yesterday, while tens of millions of families struggled to pay for rent, food, health care, child care, and gas, seven of Donald Trump’s oligarchic friends became $210 billion richer.

Not last week.

Not over the past decade.

In less than 24 hours, these seven men, the wealthiest people on Earth, became $210 billion richer.

Since Trump was elected on November 5, 2024, these seven Big Tech oligarchs have become more than $1.5 trillion richer and are now collectively worth over $2.8 trillion.

Meanwhile, the United States has the highest rate of childhood poverty among wealthy nations. Young adults have a lower standard of living than their parents. More than 20 percent of seniors are trying to survive on annual incomes of $15,000 or less.

Yes. We are living in an oligarchy.

A Good Day for Trump’s Friends

Elon Musk, the richest man in the world, gained $164.8 billion in a single day and is now worth $1.4 trillion. Since Election Day, he has become $1.1 trillion richer.

Larry Page gained $7.61 billion and is now worth $314 billion. Since Election Day, he has become $161 billion richer.

Sergey Brin gained $7.01 billion and is now worth $292 billion. Since Election Day, he has become $148 billion richer.

Jeff Bezos gained $6.96 billion and is now worth $267 billion. Since Election Day, he has become $46 billion richer.

Larry Ellison gained $8.92 billion and is now worth $247 billion. Since Election Day, he has become $63 billion richer.

Michael Dell gained $5.86 billion and is now worth $218 billion. Since Election Day, he has become $101 billion richer.

Mark Zuckerberg gained $9.16 billion and is now worth $211 billion. Since Election Day, he has become $8 billion richer.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said it best:

“Call it democracy or call it democratic socialism, but there must be a better distribution of wealth within this country for all of God’s children.”

‘Disclosure Day’ Does. Kind Of.


Steven Spielberg makes movies the way other directors make promises.

“Disclosure Day” begins where the UAP hearings left off. Congress gave Unidentified Aerial Phenomena its bureaucratic name, retired the UFO, and left the harder question unasked. Spielberg asks it. Not whether we are alone, but what becomes of us the moment we find out we are not.

Emily Blunt plays a Kansas City TV anchor who begins experiencing the uncanny firsthand. She is extraordinary. She makes you believe something impossible is happening to a woman who cannot quite believe it herself. Josh O’Connor, Colman Domingo, and Colin Firth fill out a cast that Spielberg handles with the confidence of a director who has forgotten more about performance than most have learned. The script, from longtime collaborator David Koepp, builds its conspiracy with patience and real menace.

The set pieces earn their keep. A train sequence delivers the kind of tactile, old-school tension that digital filmmaking has spent twenty years trying to replicate and mostly failing. John Williams scores it all. Whatever you expect from that combination, double it. Some things age into cliché. This does not.

And yet the aliens here walk upright and carry meaning. They suggest, as Spielberg’s visitors always have, that contact is really about reflection. These are not the grinding machines of “War of the Worlds.” They are inheritors of Roy Neary’s awe and Elliott’s bicycle against the moon. Spielberg has said the creatures might represent humanity 500,000 years forward. That is an intellectually interesting idea. On screen it plays safe.

“Close Encounters of the Third Kind” earned that vision. “E.T.” broke your heart with it. Here it lands more softly than the material deserves.

The film carries a PG-13 rating and feels every bit of it. The edges stay rounded. The wonder arrives on schedule. A director pushing 80, making a film about hope and governmental deception, has every right to sand his corners. The government conspiracy thread runs through the whole picture, rich with current-events resonance, and it deserves a harder landing than it gets. The adult audience this material invites sometimes finds the door only halfway open.

His fascination with beings who look like us, feel like us, and ultimately want the best for us remains his most comfortable idea. It is also his least challenging one. “Close Encounters” and “E.T.” justified that warmth because they left something unresolved. Something strange lived at the edges. You carried it home with you. “Disclosure Day” ties its bow a little too neatly. You leave the theater satisfied rather than haunted.

None of that undoes what works. Blunt commands every scene she enters. The craft is immaculate. Spielberg still knows where to put the camera, when to hold, and when to cut. Those instincts do not age. He has made a lot of movies. He still knows things most directors will never learn. This is the best film he has made in years, and in a career like his, that still means something considerable.

The truth, it turns out, belongs to eight billion people. Some of them wanted it just a little darker.