*goes to england*
me: excuse me, what time is it?
brit: time wots that m8?
*big ben chimes*
everyone starts to count the bongs on their fingers*
brit: OI IT’S 7 BONG
Well, once again, it’s just you and me, listeners. The bustle of this day has come and gone, and now there is the quiet night. The universe is unraveling, it still is. We won the day, we won the battle, we won whatever unit of measurement you care to say that we won. We returned to the dangerous equilibrium we had before, which we can only assume, or hope, or wish is better.
But, of course, we did not stop the unraveling of the universe. The universe is not a thing that is, it is not a thing at all. It is the very action of its going, it is in fact it’s own dissolves. And our lives, the entire span of human existence going back and back, and - if we are lucky - forward and forward, the entire span is spent within this dissolve.
So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles and it is all unraveling back to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day will come and will go. And then there will be night.
But, how beautiful these moments within the dissolve, what a temporary perfection we confined within this passing world. Everything good ever done, everything good that was done today, and all the good people doing it, and back and back and forward and forward. All of that beauty within a universe unraveling. Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It may be small, and yet it is. How unlikely. How fantastic. And stupid. And excellent.