These days, I’m more a fan of Roger Penrose’s idea that the universe sort of recycles itself after that slow, arduous heat death at the end of times. It’s the idea where, when all matter has dissipated, then there is no concept of space or time, and so the state of the universe at the end is identical, mathematically, speaking, to the beginning. And perhaps that’s more romantic than the idea of a universe that expands and collapses in perpetuity. Also, enjoy this song I wrote a while ago. One that seems to get more relevant to me as time goes by. Cherish those mistakes! 
11 сен 2024
