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Time goes marching on

Permalink 03/23/10 at 06:40:35 am, by Ed, 343 words   English (US)
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Whenever I think of something old that no longer exists, it pulls my heartstrings a bit. Things like the unexplored country, or when that old guy dies in Old Explorers, or Democracy.

But then, I think, "well, time goes on." Somebody who wants to hold on to something old, who wants time to stand still for as long as possible, first of all, doesn't understand time, because if it's standing still, there's no measure of "as long as possible". But second, they are yearning for something against the natural grain of the universe. Old things are always disappearing, and new things are always showing up. Everybody here will not survive, but the Earth will continue on for quite some time. Even civilization, for better or worse, will continue to march on. Those who own antique shops are the sort of people who want to hold on to the oldest time they can think of.

But 10,000 years from now, what's so great about the 1837? Nobody's gonna care any more. Even 50 years from now, everything that was lost or destroyed in the last year, nobody will be missing any more. Things are replaced, new buildings built, new presidents elected, et cetera.

But then I take it too far and thing, eventually, when the heat death of the universe comes about, everything will be lost. Then I get depressed again. Not because some old guy misses his friend the other old guy who died, but because nobody will miss anything any more. Or replace all the old crap with shiny new crap.

So what, indeed, is the point of it all? But then I stop, rewind, and go back to 10,000 years from now when people will very likely still exist, and that's about a good time to think about as the future. Like skin, where every cell is replaced every 35 days, every ideology, every object, every person, will be replaced 10,000 years from now.

And they'll be yearning for things past, enjoying the thought of the way it was back in 11034 AD. Ahh... the good ol' days.

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