“There will come a time, when all of us are dead. All of us.
There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember
that anyone ever existed or that our
species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or
Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought
and discovered will be forgotten and all of this”—I gestured
encompassingly—“will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and
maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our
sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced
consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human
oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what
everyone else does.”
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