So where is the pain?
When you first said that no complex life will be here in like a 100 years;
I saw a grey planet, an empty sphere. The Blank canvas.
The object that every artist first faces, when beginning a new expression. Like even when I started writing this.....
That's what I intellectually saw, with no feelings involved, I thought: yea probability dictates that he's right, although I think the madman Newton was more on time beceause he estimated that the world could end on 2060 (he actually did, look it up if you want).
Or maybe I just wish that he's more on time, because I do really want to walk past the same tree, always stuck next to them cars & lorries that always drive past with, with them horrible sounds and toxic fumes. Do I really want to past that every day? Only to notice another tree about 5 meters away with half its branches cut off in an earlier point in time? Do I want to, hear the faint cry of the birds barely noticed above the roaring sounds of our constrcution equipment? Of banging hammers and clanking spanners.
Fuck off do I, wish to be part of a society that spends $1,700 billion on war every year, but pledged $7 billion to help those in the 2005 tsunami.
We were infinite once, but now we are like pieces of poop that dump toxic waste everywhere. So I'm gona be negative and say I hope you are wrong, in the sense that it's a lot quicker.... I totally don't want to leave that bit! now, coz I'm crying.......
Coz I feel like some mighty spirit who's been incarnating here with the sole purpose of avoiding this, blank canvas. Again. Been so focused over the millenia, that I think it be a shame to not know what is ment by this "Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give." - Bertrand Russell.