The images we get from Hubble or Curiosity are snapshots of a very distant past, further away than we ca imagine. The light we visually interpret traveled millions of years over billions of miles and is essentially a ghost of a lightwave. Some memory that the universe cannot let die, because energy does not work that way. Cannot dissipate into nothing. Only statistical Insignificance until the next transformation. Still strangely alive too our human eyes and ears. I like to think, sometimes, that something in that abyss is staring back and listening. Or will be, in many eons from now. We pick up their past- or we will, in the next few decades. They will pick up ours. Picking up our frequencies, and in ten million years, they will register the laughter of my grandmother, or see the way my friend danced across the mountain trails, or hear the echoes of conversations long since trapped in the wires. We will all be long, longer dead by then, but to the receivers, our signals and frequencies will not yet have terminated, and they will see us all alive, and happy, and so very young. Immortality is knowing the stardust we are is matter, and the spark that lights us is energy. Neither is created nor destroyed. We are merely transformed
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 05:20:13 +0000
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