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and so on, and so on.
And then there's gonna be
one big-one big tectonic shift.
Yosemite will blow and
the western plates will shift,
and the oceans will rise,
the mountains will fall,
and 90 percent of humanity will be gone.
One fell swoop. This is just science.
Whoever's left will...
go to higher ground
and social order will fall away,
and we will revert
to scavengers and hunters
and gatherers,
but maybe there's someone...
someone who one day hums
a melody they used to know.
And it gives everyone
a little bit of hope.
Mankind's on the verge of being wiped out,
but it keeps going a little bit longer
else hum a melody in a cave
and the physics of it in their ear
make them feel something other
than fear or hunger or hate,
and civilization gets back on track.
And now you're thinking
you're gonna finish that book.
But it won't last.
'Cause by and by, the planet's gonna die.
In a few billion years
the sun will become a red giant
and it'll, uh,
eventually swallow Earth whole.
This is a fact.
Now, maybe by that point,
we'll have set up shop on some
completely different planet.
Good for us. Maybe we've figured out a way
of carrying with us
They've got a photocopy
of the Mona Lisa out there,
someone sees it, mixes a little bit
of alien dirt with some spit,
paints something new,
[Beethoven's "Ninth Symphony" playing.
But even that doesn't matter.
Because even if some form of mankind
carries some recording
of Beethoven's "Ninth Symphony"
all the way into the future,
the future's gonna hit a brick wall.
The universe will keep expanding,
and it'll eventually
take all matter with it.
Everything you've ever strived for,
everything that you and some stranger.
On the other side of the planet
share with some future stranger
on some entirely different
planet without even knowing it,
everything that ever made
you feel big or stand up tall,
it'll all go.
Every atom in this dimension...
as simple as...
And then all these shredded particles
will contract again...
and... the universe is gonna
suck itself back into a speck
too small for any of us to see.
So, you can write a book...
but the pages will burn.
You can sing a song and pass it down.
You can write a play and hope
that folks will remember it...
keep performing it.
You can build your dream house...
but ultimately none of that
matters any more
than digging your fingers into the ground
to bury a fence post.
Or... or f***ing.
Which I guess
is just about the same thing.
Thank you, O Lord,
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