The Fifth Science

by Exurb1a

One knows life will be over soon, that the body will revert to little more than dust and a story. Then only a story. Then an old story. Then a nothing.

“People who spend all their time taking photos will just remember taking photos. Souvenirs only make you think of buying them, don’t they.”

The core of heroism isn’t bravery, or even self-sacrifice. It is a commitment to what one knows to be the virtuous course of action, despite whatever the consequences may be.

Well, if a speck knew itself to be a speck then what a fine speck it was.

We're all sat around being the product of billions of years of chance and millions of years of biological evolution. But today, this moment, now, we're here. We can wander around and do stuff and make stuff and have a jolly old time if we like. We're alive and we're looking damn fine. We have enormous, self-aware brains. We inhabit very clever fleshy suits designed by the universe herself. We've got the capability for greatness. We've got the capacity to enjoy a million unique stimuli. We've arrived at the party. We exist.