I’ve been watching the BBC’s spectacular Wonders of the Universe. In the first episode Brian Cox says viewers might be depressed by his explanation of the inevitable end of the universe.
(That’s proved by ‘entropy’, the second law of thermal dynamics, which explains why matter will always inevitably descend into disorder and chaos).
The backdrop to this – we’re one planet circling one star that is but one of hundreds of billions of stars in our galaxy which in turn is one of hundreds of billions of galaxies in the observable universe.
Infinity plus one.
Depressing? Really? I find our cosmic irrelevance and the inevitability of destruction comforting. Because ultimately it reminds me we’ll all be forgotten and that, when it comes down to it, none of the shit really matters, right?