“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
In a world where ultimately everything will die and end, what is the point?
Not to be unkind, but there are of course several problems with all of this.
The biggest of which is the hubris of man to assume he’s cracked the code of the universe. The second is a problem of context.
It is an easy trap to become enthralled with the scale of things. The mind damned in it’s ability to conceptional on some level huge things, but not to actually understand them, to say nothing of manipulating them.
It is a special skill, and it is a skill, that each man must cultivate to admit his own smallness in the face of the universe.
The first time I conceptualized how small I was, and I did not realize this until much a time after, came on the fourth date with a girl I loved. We stood on the Santa Monica pier at night, and looked out across the ocean. Behind us humans bustled and played, but before us stood the ocean.
She was talking about moving out of California, but I found myself distracted listening to the crash of the waves, and I in the dark of that sea knew what it was to stand before an unthinking god. I knew what my ancestors worshiped.
Man is such a small fragile creature, yet we can think of huge impossible things, and consequently become overwhelmed and consumed by them.
My first rebellion against Nihilism began with the admittance of how small I am in the face of the universe, and how thought I can reach for the concepts of infinity, I could never manipulate them.
We can conceptualization the death of the universe but none will be around to see it. To us, thought quite finite, our lives are our own practical infinity. They are all we will ever know, to the best of our knowledge, and they go on forever, until they don’t.