To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28
It matters little to me whether my hydrogen may some day be recycled into alien seas plied by crystal ships with tatooed sails. My past lives, and my future ones, are no concern of mine; only the one I've got now matters to me. This is not despair, it is joy. I'm grateful for the universe I've got, no matter how brief and ephemeral it may be. To demand anything more strikes me as obscene self-indulgence.
An infinite universe where everything is simultaneously connected doesn't sound particularly interesting to me. It sounds like the very definition of white noise, heat death, infinite entropy. If anything is possible then nothing is unique.
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Oblivion and infinity
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