Although our universe is over 13 billion years old, we still live in an incredibly early stage of it. We understand that all of the points of light in the sky are balls of matter that expand, shrink, explode and eventually fizzle out. We can predict that eventually all of the stars in the sky will cease to emit light -- the white dwarves will cool off, transform into black dwarves, and the last matter inside of those almost lightless forms in space will eventually evaporate into radiation. One day, too, the only remaining bits of matter inside of black holes will turn into energy, and all of this heat will tend towards the same temperature. Eventually there will be no more time -- no changes between the past, present and future. The universe, like all things, will end.
But what about the things that are eternal? If we can't change the past, then is it not something that is eternal? Do the things in the past exist forever -- exist forever in the sense that they will always be in the past? Or is existence only defined by the things that are in the now, and those things that are abstract constructs of our past are merely figments of our imagination?
Can anything other than energy be eternal if our entire universe is moving towards a lightless, matter-less state?
Haha, I don't know for sure, but I do like to think about the energy that flows within me, within my brain and my heart, my body and my senses, as being something that has always existed and always will exist as it moves out of me and throughout the universe. But maybe I'm just comforting myself.
I think that humanity's grip on ideas of eternal love, the soul, cyclical stories of life, death, rebirth, etc. are all proof of our tendency to shy away from the idea that all things end. Why are we afraid of this concept? Isn't the idea that we've got one shot, a single, teeny, tiny, seemingly infinitely minute amount of time in this universe a reason to appreciate every single moment of it? Is it not a reason to wake up every day aware of our societal constructs, of our beautiful diversity, of the miracle of our lives, our advancements, our knowledge, and feel pure joy?
A lot of the inspiration for this post came from Brian Cox and his BBC special "Wonders of the Universe" where he discusses the heat death of the universe. While it is only a theory, it is one that resonates with me as I struggle to come to terms with the answers I find to some of "life's most enduring questions". Give it a watch if you'd like to get goosebumps by the amazing cinematography, beautiful music, and awe-inspiring cosmological topics in the show.
