I haven't written anything negative for a while, so I thought I'd try and ruin everyone's day with some facts. I don't have a lot of students to tutor in the summer, so I spent today studying for the LSAT and finally grappling with the enormity of the universe. If you've ever attempted the LSAT, you'll understand why it drives a creative mind to existentialism. Anyway, knowing just a little about the earth and universe should be enough to disrupt or derail your hopes and dreams, and as stated in #10 of my 2008 discoveries, I enjoy the virtue of being a pure motherfucker. I recently found out about the ruins of a civilization in present-day Bolivia that date back 17,000 years ago. At a time when humanity was still finger painting mastodons in European caves (and not even supposed to be in North or South America), these people were using a phenomenally advanced technology to quarry and cut 100 ton blocks of stone into interlocking structures...with tools that couldn't have been stone or copper. These are facts, people, and they contradict what we think we know about our own history. It'd be like finding a gel pen at Stratford-upon-Avon or a defibrillator at Golgotha. The technology at Puma Punka wasn't developed overnight either, so what was the history of the history of those people? My point is that in 17,000 years, everything a successful civilization had complied upon to master was absolutely and irrevocably lost. The earth is roughly 4.6 billion years old. Whole continents have submerged, collided, or split apart in its time. Ancient and unknown oceans have dried up. Mountain ranges, higher than the Himalayas, have weathered to nubs and have risen and weathered again. 4.6 billion years is such an unfathomable amount of time and the life expectancy of Earth, being just as difficult to comprehend, makes me soberly realize that humankind is only a single and inaudible blip on God's ephemeral radar. He could miss us altogether if he got up to take a piss or blink for that matter.
Expand this sobriety to the universe, 13.5 billion years old. I'll unscientifically average all the galaxies in this observable place to 200 billion (I've seen more and less). Now, if each galaxy holds a very conservative 100 billion solar systems, then I've just profoundly shit my pants with the insignificance of my existence...and yours. We'll all be dead soon, and nothing and no one you know will be around to testify for the things we've done, but even if we manage to extend our lives indefinitely (which we will one day (that's for another blog)), this tiny speck of earth will eventually rotate directly into the center of our solar system, the sun; the tiny speck of sun will rotate the solar system directly into the center of the galaxy, a black hole; and the tiny speck of black hole will likely rotate our galaxy into an inhospitable and radioactive region of space, killing what ever was resilient enough to survive its concentric doom, before conceivably rotating into its tethered base, whatever the hell that may be. And there's absolutely nothing humankind can dream of or create to stop this massive inevitability. Bottom line? Nothing matters. Goddamned LSAT. Happy Friday.