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No End in Sight

A book.  A film.  A story.  We humans are always looking for a beginning, a middle and a conclusion.  That is just how we are coded.  All neatly tied up in the 'end'.

Loose strings are not our thing.  Or is it?

I just 'finished' reading the latest installment by Dan Brown.  Book is called 'Origin'.  A thought provoking tale as always in the genre that he tends to work in - a thriller set amidst the debate between creation and evolution lobbies.  While to me the tale ended in a not so climactic manner but somewhat predictably is another matter but it did raise the desire to blog.

The question of all time for all mankind and the need to find an answer.  Where did it all begin and where will it all end?

To me the reality tends to be something akin to a mobius strip.  There is no starting point or end point on its zero Gaussian curvature.  The author tries to also highlight this by using the analogy of a infinite passageway in which the observer might see a bouncing ball coming from behind, approach the observer and continue on never to be seen again.

Our eventual demise as a species might well be not from famine or disease or any extraterrestrial event but from our very own creations in the form of intelligent machines that over take us by taking over the rudder.  And then it will continue until today's news is irrelevant.  But then again like the ant on the mobius we could come back to where we started.

The key here is the fact that the observer's ability to observe is a very small window of time within the vastness of geologic time.  The latter being simply a fabrication of the human mind which likes finality in all things whereas the reality could well be limitless and repeating.

So I ask - are you in the camp that believes in the beginning or the end?  Or?

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