We are finite beings in an infinite universe.
I watched the movie PASSENGERS recently, and it impressed upon me my own mortality.
In the movie, 5,000 passengers and 250 crew members are on a massive space ship headed for a planet they will colonize. The journey will take 120 years, so they’ve been placed in suspended animation.
Thirty-years into the journey, one of the hibernation pods malfunctions and wakes up the passenger. With ninety-years to go before the ship reaches the planet, and no way to return to suspended animation, Jim will spend the rest of his life alone on the big empty ship (BTW, the ship is totally amazeballs!). He considers suicide. In desperation, he wakes up another passenger. Aurora believes her pod malfunctioned, but of course, learns it didn’t. From there the movie diverges into typical Hollywood fare with high stakes danger, a gut-wrenching choice, and explosions. However, the images of space transcend mediocrity.
What struck me (and rather profoundly) were the space walks. The characters were two small beings floating in the silent vastness of outer space, two specks in infinity, whose lives literally hung by a thin tether.
Jim and Aurora realize they will not reach their destination alive. Everyone on the ship will go on but them.
What a metaphor for life. We live. We die, and everyone else goes on. They die, and everyone they know goes on. There will always be a destination beyond our reach because time, like space, is infinite, but our lives are finite.
We are all passengers on a big ship traveling to a destination we will not reach.