Deltaville wrote:
Although as a counterpoint, the cause of the universes's formation cannot easily be construed without a supernatural intervention.
What do you understand by
cause in this context, and by
the universe's formation?
No scientific theory needs to
postulate those concepts. If they're not part of a theory which uses them to make empirically testable predictions, they're not scientific concepts, which means believing in them is an arbitrary choice.
Furthermore, if you decide
everything needs a cause (whatever this may mean), what caused the supernatural being Who created the Universe? And, if you make an exception for Him, so as to avoid the problem of infinite recursion (assuming it is even a problem), why not let the Universe itself be "uncaused"? Ockham's razor would favor the last approach.
Deltaville wrote:
The formation of mass in our universe cannot be ascribed to any physical properties or phenomenon, because the second law of thermodynamics is clear: mass (energy) cannot exceed the input energy that is added into it. Who added that initial energy? Obviously these fundamental scientific laws were breached.
Scientific laws are not dogmas. We have observed energy (including rest mass as a form thereof) always being conserved, but we have no experience regarding anything
before the Big Bang, assuming this phrase can even be made sense of somehow. According to general relativity, the Big Bang is a point of spacetime comparable to the North Pole on the Earth's surface. For a given inertial reference frame, time is a coördinate which takes its lowest possible value at the Big Bang. There's no time prior to the Big Bang just like there's nothing north of the North Pole. In fact, at the North Pole, geographic longitude and latitude cease to be a useful pair of coördinates to represent motion, because
all directions are south; similarly, at the Big Bang, all directions in spacetime are future---there's no past anything could be conserved from.
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