Review Summary: But Monday morning quarterbacks always focus on the bad
You guys realize that the heat death of the universe is going to be an implosion, not an explosion, right? I mean, the universe is constantly expanding, it grows larger and larger every day. It creeps towards the bounds of existence and turns nothingness into something, no matter how insignificant. When the day comes, it won’t explode. It can’t explode. Where would it go? No, it’s going to be a cataclysmic implosion of existential dread, and existence will be forced to destroy itself.
It will cease to fabricate intricate webs of existence and be forced to look back into itself. It will confront internal demons and atrocities it has neglected for so long. It will deconstruct elaborate fantasies it had designed to hide and distract itself from these hellish memories. It will cease to externalize blame for all its wrong doings and finally accept responsibility for its actions. It will swell and swirl around the pounding drum of truth it has long avoided until it finally encapsulates it and the two move in unison.
After billions of years, it will finally come to know itself.
And then it will die.
