transdada

poetics, time, body disruption and marginally queer solutions

Thursday, February 19, 2004

From Space, a New View of Doomsday


Either the universe would collapse under its own weight one day, in a fiery "big crunch," or the galaxies, now flying outward from each other, would go on coasting outward forever, forever slowing, but never stopping while the cosmos grew darker and darker, colder and colder, as the stars gradually burned out like tired bulbs.
Now there is the Big Rip.

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