The Big Ideas of 2047

Doom Diary #10

Who are we? Where did we come from? Where are we going?

This is #8 of a series of diary entries that have arrived in our lap from beyond the horizon of now. The journey begins on July 3, 2020 and continues on March 6, 2020, January 1, 2021, July 9, 2022, January 3, 2023, February 2023, March 4, 2023, March 19, 2023 and April 20, 2030 ... continuing all the way to the year 2047.

June 15, 2030

Spent the final dawn of science looking for the God Particle inside the smallest bits of matter we could fix our auxiliary eyes upon — searching for something to explain all of this ... mass, gravity, motion, strong and weak force, our origins.

Underpinning it all is this stubborn and all-too-human desire for answers to things that we will never know ... maybe we can’t ever know — it is forbidden to peer behind God’s door.

But of course we will never stop trying to sneak a peek, we will never stop trying to figure it out, never stop knocking on the doors of perception, never stop questioning ... Who are we? Where did we come from? Where are we going? Do we have free will? Do we, at least sometimes, glimpse reality? Is there a God? Does he like me? Or are we Gods ourselves?

Do these last few hundred thousand years of our evolution ... this ‘epic’ human journey we’ve been on ... add up to anything?

Or are we just like a swarm of carpenter ants ... doing what we’re told ... running around a mound of dirt, destined to spoil our nest and die an insignificant death alone somewhere in the vast reaches of all that is ...?...??

Continue with us on the journey to 2047 with Doom Diary #11.

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Anonymous 1

"Cruel imagination still giving me pain." Elliott Smith

Thought merging into action — where is the Earth? It died a fool's death.
And yet this is the superstructure of things; of our existenz.

That way nothing is stewarded. Apart from the brief superstructure
of society. Lions over the new Syria.

Anonymous 1

"Cruel imagination still giving me pain." Elliott Smith

Thought merging into action — where is the Earth? It died a fool's death.
And yet this is the superstructure of things; of our existenz.

That way nothing is stewarded. Apart from the brief superstructure
of society. Lions over the new Syria.

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