Relevance

The whole of our world consists of very little any one can fully unify into a coherent 'thing' except the term 'world.'  After all, we often confuse literary terms with scientific ones or mythopoeic ones with scientific ones and so forth.  It is no coincidence that the ancient Norsemen felt that there were nine worlds, while modern cosmologists tell us there are countless worlds.  For world in one sense, as in what the Norsemen meant, is different than a spherical mass under the control of a star, or stars, in a solar system.  The Norsemen, clearly, could count.  They would have known that, say, the stars were more than nine, even though they had no understanding of Newtonian, and needless to say, Einsteinian physics. 

In short, the term world needn't mean a planet.  It could mean something like a dimension or realm or isolated system that is complete in its exhibition of its existence to a perceiver.  With this in mind, world could be all that one 'sees' with the eyes (and other senses) to where other worlds are only known through shadowy and obscure glimpses as in the mind and the imagination. 

But even with this in mind, all worlds must have some point to them.  Chesterton once stated that the reason Catholics have crosses atop an iron ball resting on the crest of cathedrals is that the point, the cross, the circular motion of a sphere, with their eternal revolutions, have invisible starting points and ending points.  These are like crosses.  points where two lines intersect.  To the eye, or to the physical senses, this is expressed in spheres.  But in reality there is far more to them than roundness. 

Ultimately, a world must have a point.  Our world must have a point, a reason, a meaning to us.  What is your meaning?  What is your purpose?  And if there is a point, how do you fit into it?  Are you nothing more than a cog in a wheel that turns and turns to where if you somehow managed to cease existing the wheel would be none the lesser for it?  Are you needed?  Am I?  It reminds me of the book "The Silver Chair" where the characters are intoxicated with an airy potion produced by an evil serpentine witch.  The characters can then not remember precisely whether or not they had been to the above ground world.  But one of the characters, Puddleglum, whose negativity had irritated the others in their group up until this point, explains that if there were no above ground world, it didn't matter.  For the very thought of it was still a great deal 'better' and more appealing than the world they were in, and he was committed to this vision, be it false or not.  And so we to, whether or not there is a point to this world or not, are in this same situation.  We can not say whether there is a purpose.  But we know this, that a world with purpose is better than one without it.  And so, I say let us march on to Narnia, Middle Earth, Neverland, or what ever country will give us entrance and seek it out and forget this horrible cave of darkness and ignorance and materialism that we call this world.