A few days ago, a friend reminded me that if we compress the 4.6 billion years of Earth history into a single year, Homo erectus will show up only one before the New Year’s Eve party. Civilisation would begin only 5 minutes before the countdown. Jesus would join the party about 1 minute and 17 seconds before midnight, but a nanosecond later it would be already gone. Americans would sign the Declaration of Independence 3 seconds within the countdown.
Then yesterday, I had a fascinating conversation about infinity that made me think that no matter how much you take away from something if that something is infinite it will keep being infinite. So any finite number, compare to infinity is not distinguishable from zero.
Anytime I’m reminded of the infinity of the universe and time; it’s as if a weight is removed from my shoulders. Whatever we do in the present moment, it’s nothing compared to the infinity of the universe.
So, why are we so stressed?