“why does anything matter, we’re all going to die eventually and the world won’t last forever, and the sun’s gonna expand eventually and then the earth will be gone, who cares”
ants last only a few days each and a single queen from that colony may only last so many years, but does that mean ant enthusiasts love them any less? no!
the stars are eternal and distant, and the moon is a slowly drifting, busted up rock, but does that make them any less important? does that make astronauts and astronomists and every single person who’s looked up at the night sky with adoration and wonder any less important? no!
we have museums dedicated to animals long gone, we have graveyards full of the dead, we construct public memorials and archives and books and tributes, and for each and every thing on this violently hurtling rock, there’s someone to love it.
no shit nothing lasts forever, that’s probably one of the most undeniable and consistent rules of our universe. but that doesn’t make anything less important. you can love what’s gone just as much as you can love what’s here now.
“why does it matter” cause fuck it, why the hell not?
