I've been thinking about that a lot as of late.
The universe is so incredibly young. 14 billion years is peanuts compared to the cosmic scale. It's terrifies me far more than the universe ending.
The past 4 months have been weird.
For a while I was terrified about the universe ending. It's terrifying that not only will I be gone, but everything I'm made of, and everything that is made up and the entire universe will eventually decay.
But the past month or two I've been thinking more about the beginning of the universe. It doesn't terrify that much. But when you really stop and think about it, it doesn't make any sense that we are here.
I know I've said this before.
The existence of the universe is so incompatible with how the universe itself works. Everything that we know has a beginning, is contained in something. Unless there are universes all the way down, there must be a universe that isn't contained in anything. Maybe there are other options like two universes are inside of each other or something, but either way no option makes sense.
None of it is compatible with our understanding of how our universe works.
It's terrifying, because it almost feels like the universe is a contradiction and we shouldn't exist.
At the same time, somehow we are here. It feels like we are some kind of miracle that had a 0% chance of happening. Makes it feel just a little less terrifying to me.