We all are of the same stardust. We are all going to live and die on the same planet, a Pale Blue Dot in the vastness of space.
In that long-ago moment I was paralyzed by self-doubt. I am just a little kid standing on a beach. And, that beach is a one of many beaches on a planet that turns out to be, in the cosmic scheme of things, pretty small — a speck really. Furthermore, my home speck, the Earth, is just a speck orbiting a star that really, considering all the other sand-grain-numerous stars, is just another speck in the galaxy of stars. The galaxy, in turn, being another speck, among galactic specks. I am a speck on a speck orbiting a speck in the middle of deep spacey specklelessness. I don’t matter at all.
That pretty much sums it up for the anti-theists. "Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die!"
ReplyDeleteSeems that I've come across that sentiment somewhere before.
Nye-hilism.
ReplyDeleteWell, at least he's being consistent (at least at this point) with his worldview
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