My husband described to me a version of the cosmological argument based on explanations. Everything in the world requires an explanation. Since the chain of explanations can’t go on forever, there must be an ultimate Explanation for it all. And that Explanation wants us to stop being gay. At least, that’s how I assume the rest of the argument goes. I don’t actually care.
We were joking about this, because the argument imagines that there is a cosmic pointer from each object to its explanation. But the very idea of an explanation is really quite squishy. What even is an explanation? It depends on social context.
So I dug up an old abandoned blog draft on the subject of explanations.
