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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.
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When the child was a child,
ReplyDeleteIt 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.