Billions of years from now, the universe as we know it will cease to exist...

But, don't fret, there are some ways out...


io9: Will Our Descendants Survive the Destruction of the Universe?

This ought to count as either the most optimistic or the most sardonic entry I have ever posted.

I just can't decide which.

1 comment:

  1. When the child was a child,
    It was the time for these questions:
    Why am I me, and why not you?
    Why am I here, and why not there?
    When did time begin, and where does space end?
    Is life under the sun not just a dream?
    Is what I see and hear and smell
    not just the reflection of a world before the world?
    Is there really such a thing as evil, and people
    who really are the Bad Guys?

    How can it be that the I, who I am,
    didn’t exist before I came to be,
    and that, someday, the I who I am,
    will no longer be who I am?

    — Lied Vom Kindsein (Song of Childhood) – Peter Handke.