How does time end for our human perspective in this universe?
How does time end for humanity? Let’s assume the best case scenario, right? We are able to continue our legacy as wanderers, hopping from planet to planet, solar system to system…. and I won’t even be hopeful enough to suggest galaxy to galaxy (the latter seeming markedly absurd, in light of things).
Would you prefer to have a universe with too little mass, such that we will be lonely, quietly dispersed across the cays and islands throughout the backwaters of this galaxy, perched on the edge of time, gripping the waning moments of humanity as we become a frozen, timeless people lost amongst an empty universe that yields nothing but infinite dark…… the ultimate in still, the absence of anything but empty. Those seeking transcendental calm may assume it be serene, but it is nothingness, and nothing more. Entropy is our devil; it will feel nothing as we gnash our teeth at the end of time, then cripple into the fetal position, as we tumble into the dying mass of a crippled universe.
Or would you prefer a universe that has so much matter, the eventual shores of time and space will recede from the impossible, ever expanding ocean, and collapse like the receding tides of a coming tsunami, ending in a catastrophic implosion of matter, memories, moments, and all time, into an impossible point?
I cannot say for sure, but I have a romanticism in the improbable dream that humans could comport themselves into an evolution of noble discovery, and find the edges of the universe, basking in the eventual absence of time, without panic but pride; as a badge of honor, riding the red-shift to completion.
Then again, this “Big Crunch” that has been mentioned… could it lead to a stunning cycle, an implosion of all matter and time that becomes a point of infinite energy and density, a new birth, a reincarnation of our atoms into a new space time?
A pencil point that may have an unfathomable debut, acting as a God that births a new universe, a new moment in time, with the hopes of new life, and new emotions, and new art, and potential conversations about science, such as this?
Yes. I think I prefer the hope of the latter, versus the romanticism of the former. To perch oneself at the edge of time, as a martyr, reflecting on your life is certainly a Don Quixote moment. An understandable, natural lonely desire in reaction to our passage into new phases of life, and irrelevance, and then non existence.
But to think of your obliteration as a step in the ultimate cycle of death to rebirth to new demise that leads to new life….. is what fits my own idiom. I am a romantic, but I am no hateful cynic. Let our humanity perish if it means that other life may exist, anew.
To hope, my friends. And perspective…… arcane awareness of our place in space time may humble one into unfettered happiness.