I sometimes wonder if people’s eyes literally see things differently. Perhaps that’s why some people like certain pieces of art and others despise the sight of it. I mean it looks the same, right? I guess it really doesn’t matter since it is an utterly impossible question to answer. I hate those kinds of questions and I find the more I search the more questions I unveil that are that way. They prod at your brain like that scratchy feeling in the back of your throat when you’re sick and you try to use your tongue to scratch it but it doesn’t work for shit. What can I do though- give up? Well, yeah…kind of.
I think that I’ve realized during my time here so far that there are just some things that are unknowable and ideas about what took place must suffice. There’s a sense of freedom in it. You’re free to make your own assumptions about what’s what and no one can call you wrong, because after all, what do they know about it?
Nothing- that’s what.
I never understood why some people, I being one of them feel so motivated and more often stressed out about making something out of themselves. That fear to do something great with your extremely small period of time on this utterly insignificant piece of galactic real estate. I hate to fill you (and myself) in on a very dirty and depressing piece of knowledge but- in the long run it really doesn’t matter all that much.
Sorry.
The greatest people this world has ever known not only die but will eventually cease to have ever existed at all. In a billion years our sun that provides our heat and light that lay in the sky oh so perfectly will swell as it chokes for fuel. The hydrogen it feeds on will begin to run drastically low. It grows larger as it tries to sustain its more than healthy appetite. As it grows it begins to swallow the inner planets whole. CHOMP! There goes Mercury. CHOMP! Bye bye, Venus. CHOMP! Oh no, Earth!
The sun just ate us! Bastard!
It’s all gone. The dinosaur bones, the works of art and our Pringles potato chips- it’s all gone. Well, let’s just build a huge space ship and fly away and we can keep a digital copy of our history and we shall be redeemed. Plus by that time maybe we can have some crazy technology and we can take it all with us and fly off with the Sun being none the wiser. Hahaha- take that Sun! Eating our planet and what not…
Fine, we’ll just go live in space and hunt for a new place to call home and take it all with us. That sounds okay to me.
So we do and not only survive but thrive in our new man made home. We can do this forever- what’s stopping us?
Oh yes- that pesky universe imploding on itself thing- I forgot about that.
Yes, it is true. In an unimaginably long (but still measurable) time the universe and everything in it will condense back down to nearly nothing and take EVERYTHING with it. Not only our spaceship and human history but whatever other history may be splattered across the great, nearly everlasting darkness. Everything that ever was and that will ever be will be condensed down so small, so very small that it will be hardly anything at all.
And that will literally be it.
The past could have never happened and no being would be any the wiser. The Egyptians could have never built their pyramids and Forrest Gump could have never been made and sadly- it really wouldn’t matter all too much.
This is not a cynical diatribe- let me explain. Forrest Gump (possibly the greatest film of all time) did get made and it was made because the people that made it enjoyed creating it. It’s important to enjoy the time that we have here and make the best of it because of the fact that it won’t be here forever. The ego screams to outlast and outdo, but in my opinion we should endure and enjoy. Do what makes you the happiest and to hell with everything else because in the end- it won’t really matter anyway.
