Sickness, as in Health

UGH!

In Space(time) and Einstein today, we saw a patronizing National Geographic video in which black holes and quasars were sensationalized with a John Williams soundtrack. There was one section where in a matter of thirty seconds, Andromeda and the Milky Way collided, the black holes at the centers of the galaxies becoming one, or as they said in the video, "gobbled each other."

The short animation presented a process in the making, one that will happen eventually, some 20 billion years from now. Watching the destruction of much of the life in our solar system brings an odd sense of closure and finality, even though it is yet to happen. No matter what we do in our life, there will be a day when, if somehow the human race has managed to live that long, our galaxy collides with another and we're destroyed.

No matter what.

It's pretty far away, though, isn't it? I probably won't be alive for it. My legitimate children probably won't either, but still, there is a finite end to everything we've ever known, we as in the next thousand generations.

I'm not trying to say that our actions are useless when facing a grander destruction. I'm really trying to illustrate the same thing I always am: If you aren't enjoying your life, relishing the minutiae, then you are really only counting the days until not only your own death but the death and decay of everything you know. Nostalgia be damned!

Life is not suffering, it is a brief state of mutual acknowledgment. Enjoy it or die.

Also I don't know how Brittany is doing it, but every time I hear the French language, I can't help but to imagine there is a montage behind me and what's being said is comical narration.