C'est une connaissance qui l'a filmée, je ne peux résister à être le premier à la partager :
Modérateur: Alegas
Preface
The "I" who speaks in this story is not the author. Rather, he hopes that you might see yourself in this "I" and understand this story as your own.
DEGENERATE ERA (CGI) - A THOUSAND TRILLION YEARS FROM NOW - LAST WORLDS PERISHING - DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE - END OF TIME
At length these new worlds perish like those which preceded them. Their mountains burn like tar. Their suns go out like candles in the wind. Stars are scattered like chaff, and the heavens roll up like a scroll.
The expansion of the universe accelerates. The galaxies recede out of sight of each other. All but those in our local group become invisible. Gradually, as they run out of hydrogen, star formation ceases. Only brown and white dwarfs remain, with neutron stars, black holes, atoms of the size of the Milky Way, and other bizarre products of this era. With each passing year they drift farther and farther apart from each other.
Night sinks into a deeper night. Now and then there is a burst of light as two dwarfs collide to form a new star.
When there is nothing left to devour, the black holes themselves evaporate away.
All dies, even death itself. Time comes to a close, and all is as it was in the beginning.
Shall the creation leave off here? Has death no purpose, great as life's?
The same triumphant music accompanies the departure of these celestial scenes as greeted their arrival at the start of our story, when the stars were first born. A hymn of joy.
Though all that lives is doomed to die, something yet remains. Though even our universe is not eternal, there yet is that which is.
THE MULTIVERSE (CGI) - MULTIPLE BIG BANGS - THIRD EXPANSION
From the sadness and gloom of the last night, new universes burst forth, one rising out of the other, a fountain of light.
Creation is eternal birth. A beginning without end. It happens in every instant of time.
The same power which burns in the stars and nebulae burns equally in us. Our being is a miracle, equal with the creation of the universe, and like the universe, each day is created anew. (Note : on retrouve le concept heideggerien de The New World, évoqué plus haut, voir le monde comme toujours recommencé)
For a third time, the cosmos expands. Universes froth and dance like bubbles, in a pot of boiling water. Most contain non life -- unstable seas of neutrinos, photons and electrons, incapable of combining to form any higher structure -- but what can we say of the countless others?
We have reviewed the whole of time, in order that we might see what is without beginning or end -- without growth, without decay -- eternity revealing itselft in the phenomena of time -- as active in undoing as in doing.
You separate the true from the false. You, to whom all things return, from whom all proceed; in whom they are; the beginning of things and their last end; the goal of each and all.
The whole of the picture has been a sifting. The chaff flies away, the kernel remains. Something lives in you that shall outlast the stars.
scalp a écrit:Southland Tales d'un drogué
On dirait une version scary movie de Strange Days.
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