Morgan Freeman's Through the Wormhole on the Science Channel is my new favorite show. This past Saturday, after fulfilling my familial holiday duties, I vegged out all afternoon watching episode after episode. Essentially, the show explores the big questions, asking things like "How did we get here?," "Who else is out there?," and "Is reality real?" The world's most brilliant minds are interviewed (still waiting for my invite), and they weigh in, offering scientific research to explain their crazy theories. It turns out life -- as we know it, anyway -- is so much weirder than anything science fiction could ever conjure up. I friggin' love it.
Here are some indie songs to celebrate the mind-blowing quantum weirdness.
A black hole is a place where gravity is so heavy that nothing can escape from it, not even light. Scientists think black holes are imploded stars. I think they're bad dates with no rescue call.
I'm not religious because I don't believe in superstitions, but the biblical notion of "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" is actually true. We all come from stardust. And some day, approximately five billion years from now when the sun expands to a Red Giant and envelops everything around it, including Earth, to stardust we shall return.
It's cool to think that one day we'll be stars again. But one day after that, ALL the stars in the night sky will go out. That'll happen when our universe collapses in on itself. Don't worry, though -- our story hasn't ended. We'll pick things back up in another universe.
Have you ever had a recursive dream? That is, a dream within a dream? I have. They're pretty freaky. But they're not as freaky as thinking that maybe when we die, we wake up in another dream, and we say to ourselves, "Wow! That dream seemed sooo real!"
This song begins, "Fade out, because you are dying." It's easy to deny that every day we're alive, we're dying. Some day in the near future the contents of our brains will be downloadable. Even when our meat bag containers perish, the essence of who we are (what we refer to as our "spirits") will exist as part of the collective hivemind. But our technology isn't there yet. Currently, we're all programmed to die. Instead of denying this fact, let's embrace it and appreciate each day for the gift that it is.