we have come to the end of our story about the universe. it is full of violent actions and grim forebodings, of horrors unfolded and mysteries yet to be explored. And over all hangs the ultimate threat of being destroyed in either the neighbouring universe or the black hole. It involves times which are vast compared to the human life span, and distances which dwarf man almost to nothing, far less than each grain of sand on the beaches of the world.
the natural reaction to such a tale is that it is of sound and of fury, but signifying nothing for man or woman. each of us can continue to live our lives untouched by these immensities and by the catastrophes to come. the satisfaction gained from the simple round of life need be unaltered even when seen against this vast backdrop of the universe. we may live and die without raising our eyes to the heavens, secure in the safety of our own cotton-wool globe. Yet, that is false. We cannot divorce our lives from our understanding of the world around us, and especially of the basic problems of existence, the impossible questions of the universe. it is the answers, or lack of them, which determine our actions, even from day to day. for whatever we do, we must somehow come to terms with the infinite before we can act..