posted on Feb, 10 2013 @ 10:59 AM
reply to post by CeeRZ
I appreciate the attempt at comfort, and normally I'm able to compartmentalize and ignore such thoughts (or avoid them altogether.) But my problem
isn't with our insignificance. If anything, I find us being insignificant and part of a far grander whole than we can comprehend comforting and
inspiring. My problem is with our impermanence.
By "our," I don't mean me, or even just our species. I mean intelligent life in general. The
idea that eventually there will be absolutely no
intelligent life left in the universe really perturbs me emotionally. As long as at least one
intelligent species persists, in some sense it's as though there's still the capacity for consciousness to observe and experience the cosmos. But
once there's no life left at all - intelligent or otherwise - then it's just inanimate matter and energy.
If I had some definite form of spiritual faith, that likely wouldn't be an issue. But I don't, despite my most earnest and heartfelt efforts for
decades now. Hence the existential terror and depression.
I understand and appreciate the concept of us being single stairs (or, heck, even single fibers of wood in a single stair for that matter.) I could
accept that. Again, the insignificance is something I not only accept but embrace. But if the staircase leads to the eventual demise of not only our
species but all intelligent life throughout the universe, then that's cold comfort to put it mildly.
Any effort to alleviate that sense of inevitable futility and finality feels like cognitive dissonance and an avoidance technique to me, and because
I'm aware of how those processes work, offer no comfort or peace sadly.
But I appreciate the attempt and compassion.