"The goal of all inaminate objects is to resist man and ultimately defeat him." - Russel Baker
The
universe is out to
destroy man. I don't mean that in an
active sense, but rather in a more
passive manner: by waiting him out. By sitting around and slowly
consuming him until he is no more. The
universe is
chaos, and man is
order.
Man lives on
order. He has certain
requirements, certain
rules he needs to follow or else he will be eliminated. Even when restricting the
rules and
requirements he needs to survive to the realm of
biology, there is already a
prodigious number. When
psychology and
sociology are taken into account, the number is virtually uncountable.
The
universe is all about
change,
entropy, and
chaos.
Man, as are all organisms, dependant on a degree of
constancy for survival.
Man cannot stop
change. He can hardly even slow it down. This whole place will get more and more
chaotic until it one day destroys him.
Man will not live forever. There is a good chance he will never burn his name into the
stars, make his brand on the
cosmos. Oh, he might toss some stuff into the
sky, and maybe it won't fall down for a really long time. Maybe he will leave something behind that another
civlization a billion years from now discovers, and then causes that civilization's scientists to murmur, "That's
queer." Maybe they will even reconstruct some pivotal points of
man's existance and, in a way,
remember him, thereby granting him a degree of greater longevity in the form of
memory. But it won't be
immortality. Oh, no.
See, what happens when that
civlization dies out? Maybe another
civlization will find them and the
memory of
man. And when that one dies? And the one after that? By their very nature,
civlizations and
people, whether
human or
alien, are
mortal. They cannot live forever, and, in the end,
every single one of them will die.
And then not even the
memory of
man will be left.
Man will one day be lost forever to the
void, and
there will be nobody there to shed a tear.