Lately, my mind has been riddled with the dichotomy between never and forever—both equally immutable, final, inconceivable. Are never and forever both stuck on the Event Horizon, imperceivable to us?
If I were to be brazenly honest, all these astrophysics and linguistic musings, are just my vain attempts to hide from my restless mind as I process and grapple with the gravity of my grandma’s rapidly deteriorating health, as well as the recent suicide attempt of someone whom I care deeply about.
I’d like to think that, at the end of this never, as in, never seeing my grandma again, somewhere on the other side of the Antihorizon, there is a forever.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity
Seneca
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