Does the Universe have a purpose? What is the purpose of life? Through the lens of science, here’s what I think––in the form of a poem!
Space is vast, near-infinite and empty,
but only so much of it we can see..
Stuck in a direction of time are we,
and yet we claim how we came to be..
Welcome to space-time’s infinite array,
where everything lies farther and farther away..
Magnificent galaxies may be big and bright,
but their separation speaks stronger than their light..
Even the stars are not as close as they seem,
mere little dots that come and go as they dim..
Yet even those tiny dots can be the most violent of all,
massive supernovae and gamma ray bursts leading their fall..
This is a Universe where the stars are born to die,
some form black holes, to space-time they can lie..
Even the smaller stars are hostile in time,
so are the planets that are considered benign..
Space is cold & time unforgiving,
space is harsh & with time, it defies living..
Just what is then the purpose of life?
Or are we just a roll of dice?
Life is purposeless and meaningless,
every sentient species alone in the vast space-time emptiness.
The last bit about the apparent lack of time for two species to communicate is a reference to the Drake equation and the Fermi Paradox. ;)
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