In thinking about the destination of the Universe and the growing body of evidence that shows we are ever trudging toward The Big Freeze, it becomes inescapable that everything, every single thing that you and I are and know, everything that we do, everything that we see, every monument we erect and poem we compose, every child we bear and every photograph we take, will disappear. Every planet, every star, every galaxy will eventually vanish. Eventually even the particles that make up these things will disappear.

This sounds fatalistic and nihilistic, which it is, but labeling it in no way changes it. Nor does accepting it or denying it.

Have a nice day.