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==Final words==

We've gone back to the big bang and seen how fourteen billion years and three generations of stars nucleosynthesized the elements we use to build and power our machines and ourselves. We've looked at the results of three and a half billion years of terrestrial evolution, probably not the only life in the universe, but definitely the only life we know. We talked about five hundred million years of pressure and desiccation, and how it gave rise to the fossil fuels that powered the Industrial Revolution and now present a bill in the form of climate change.

We, whether as people or as a species, don't get millions or billions of years, but only a short existence, an absurd blink of the eye, our identities and senses of selves arising from an ensemble of low-entropy neurons, decaying like all things back into the lukewarm slurry of thermodynamic equilibrium. It is our duty in this short time to learn what we can, to improve our species, and to fight against the ineluctable press of heat death. To put energies to use, to work and to extract work. To not go gently into that dark night. Yet all remain destined for a night that is eternal and without name. One by one they will step down into the darkness before the footlamps.

Until that time, we shall overclock.

I'm Freeman Nick Black, and thanks for reading. Hack on.

<i>“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”</i>—Albert Camus

==Going deeper==

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+==Final words==
+We've gone back to the big bang and seen how fourteen billion years and three generations of stars nucleosynthesized the elements we use to build and power our machines and ourselves. We've looked at the results of three and a half billion years of terrestrial evolution, probably not the only life in the universe, but definitely the only life we know. We talked about five hundred million years of pressure and desiccation, and how it gave rise to the fossil fuels that powered the Industrial Revolution and now present a bill in the form of climate change.
+We, whether as people or as a species, don't get millions or billions of years, but only a short existence, an absurd blink of the eye, our identities and senses of selves arising from an ensemble of low-entropy neurons, decaying like all things back into the lukewarm slurry of thermodynamic equilibrium. It is our duty in this short time to learn what we can, to improve our species, and to fight against the ineluctable press of heat death. To put energies to use, to work and to extract work. To not go gently into that dark night. Yet all remain destined for a night that is eternal and without name. One by one they will step down into the darkness before the footlamps.
+Until that time, we shall overclock.
+I'm Freeman Nick Black, and thanks for reading. Hack on.
+<i>“I leave Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain. One always finds one's burden again. But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”</i>—Albert Camus
 ==Going deeper==