It’s okay. We’re only running out of time. ALL of us — ALWAYS — hurtling through space at ~30km/s around a fireball that’s burned for billions of years, on a spaceship that materialized out of the remanence of exploding fireballs, which materialized out of nothingness.
Believe it or not. A banger shower thought was an inevitability.
We’re basically the universe waking up to itself after 13 billion years of a chaos bender and going "What the fuck!?! I’m on a fucking rock? In the middle of fucking nowhere? … I can’t believe I’ve done this to myself!
I mean this makes sense. It’s not unlike trying to grow your hair long. If one falls out it’s not like the new growth is going to be that long immediately.
So if someone my age dies, it’s not like a new 53 yo dude just pops into existence.
Finally, a banger shower thought. But now I’ve got an existencial crisis lol.
It’s okay. We’re only running out of time. ALL of us — ALWAYS — hurtling through space at ~30km/s around a fireball that’s burned for billions of years, on a spaceship that materialized out of the remanence of exploding fireballs, which materialized out of nothingness.
Believe it or not. A banger shower thought was an inevitability.
We’re basically the universe waking up to itself after 13 billion years of a chaos bender and going "What the fuck!?! I’m on a fucking rock? In the middle of fucking nowhere? … I can’t believe I’ve done this to myself!
Momento mori
I mean this makes sense. It’s not unlike trying to grow your hair long. If one falls out it’s not like the new growth is going to be that long immediately.
So if someone my age dies, it’s not like a new 53 yo dude just pops into existence.
But yes still kinda depressing