A Beautiful Quantum Fluctuation
We took a long weekend to go back to Asheville and relive a trip we took some two years ago. Along the way, the wild flowers on the highway impressed me: pale yellow, burnished gold, IPA orange, sunset.
I think that I really am quite small and insignificant. I consider the expanses of space-time and the great masses and speeds out there. But then, I hear the voice of Carl Sagan from beyond the grave, and he says, "You're not insignificant. You're rare." Perhaps, I'm a beautiful quantum fluctuation, a pin prick of light, born of the vacuum, destined to annihilate.
Someday the energy of the universe will be so diluted across space that I will be indistinguishable from the vacuum's own energy. I will be - in some sense, I already am - the low hum of background radiation.
For now, I'm surfing a gravity wave over the mountains traveling back in time two years and beyond.
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