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why come everything falling to shit can look like roses on parade?
recently I've been comforting myself with the knowledge that we are short lived animals scurrying about on a rock hurtling around a small star in the boondock outskirts of a backwater galaxy amongst billions of galaxies in a universe expanding faster than the speed of light which will someday collapse back upon one point and cease to exist at all; and that even on the scale of that ball of rock we have only been civilized for maybe 1 10millionth of the rock's existence and Im only going to be alive for maybe 60 more years if Im lucky and so what is that? this has genuinely been making me feel better astronomy and paleontology are more philosophically cathartic for me than scientific.
but still I can't escape the responsibility of others' being
I wish I could be truly amorally nihilistic instead of just seeing the meaningless of it on a grand scale and holding my responsibility heavy on a smaller one.
recently I've been comforting myself with the knowledge that we are short lived animals scurrying about on a rock hurtling around a small star in the boondock outskirts of a backwater galaxy amongst billions of galaxies in a universe expanding faster than the speed of light which will someday collapse back upon one point and cease to exist at all; and that even on the scale of that ball of rock we have only been civilized for maybe 1 10millionth of the rock's existence and Im only going to be alive for maybe 60 more years if Im lucky and so what is that? this has genuinely been making me feel better astronomy and paleontology are more philosophically cathartic for me than scientific.
but still I can't escape the responsibility of others' being
I wish I could be truly amorally nihilistic instead of just seeing the meaningless of it on a grand scale and holding my responsibility heavy on a smaller one.