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Things End Before New Ones Begin
Pointers on quitting anything, or anyone
Every beginning ends something. And every ending begins something else. Marriage ends your single life. Kids end your honeymoon period. One day, something will end you. In a million years, we’ll all revert back to star trash. Beats the hell out of dinosaur piss.
Every single one of us will see countless finales before the supernova that starts the next universe. The Stephen Hawking types say these galaxies will eventually start contracting again.
All the way back to a tight white sparkle.
They call it the Big Crunch hypothesis. What a great name. Makes the cosmos sound like a candy bar.
And here we sit in the middle of all that, breaking someone’s heart. Or writing a resignation letter. One that maybe we’ve written before, in a previous universe, on slightly different letterhead.
It’s entirely possible that you and I have happened a thousand times, in lives where we made slightly different choices.
You might happen over and over again. Without even knowing it. And if that’s possible, then a big crunch feels doable in a single lifetime. All on your own. You don’t have to sit around waiting for entropy.
