Indeed, it does. We seem to think we’re special. Each one his or her own protagonist in a war known as life. In the end we will die. There will be a faint whisper of grief, perhaps, but like a raindrop among millions falling into the sea, each of us will be subsumed back into the fabric of the cosmos, and, well…life goes on. It has always prior to us, and will after us, until the sun burns out 5 billion years from now or life here ends before then. Live now.

Indeed, it does. We seem to think we’re special. Each one his or her own protagonist in a war known as life. In the end we will die. There will be a faint whisper of grief, perhaps, but like a raindrop among millions falling into the sea, each of us will be subsumed back into the fabric of the cosmos, and, well…life goes on. It has always prior to us, and will after us, until the sun burns out 5 billion years from now or life here ends before then. Live now.

  • November 24, 2011, 10:18pm

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