Great, I love to start my day with a bit of existential horror.
I had some stuff to do, but now I think I'll just stare into the middle distance and contemplate the pointlessness of it all.
I had some stuff to do, but now I think I'll just stare into the middle distance and contemplate the pointlessness of it all.
"A vision of a future in which civilizations, species and worlds follow life cycles like those of all other natural things didn’t leave them furious or depressed. Their comments instead featured such words as “comforted,” “delighted,” and “awed.” It’s easy, and also common, to mischaracterize such feelings as simple schadenfreude at the failure of humanity’s overinflated ambitions, but there’s something rather more significant going on here. Not one of the readers who made these comments made gloating remarks about the fate of humanity or the Earth. Rather, what comforted, delighted, and awed them was the imagery of Nature’s enduring order and continuity that I wove throughout the narrative, and brought to the tightest focus I could manage in the last two paragraphs. "
[1]: http://thearchdruidreport.blogspot.com/2013/09/a-sense-of-ho...
This was a very well-written story. Let's remember, it's just a story, just a conjecture, just a spinning of a tale. Perhaps it's logical or perhaps it's not, but in the end humans have tenaciously clung to the idea it all has meaning, and I expect we will until the end, for better or worse.