And I laughed.
We should laugh. God sits in the heavens and laughs.
Man will be long gone. Two galaxies will collide and no one will be here to see it. All of this floating debris, capriciously moving around, intersecting and banging up against each other. Nobody there to appreciate it. One gigantic rock quarry. Oh well.
It makes no sense at all.
Maybe the galaxies are on a collision course. The two, however, won't arrive at the collision, because, before that, they'll be rolled up like a scroll. All things do not continue as they were from the beginning of creation. "[T]he heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up." "[T]he heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together."
The present universe will not be here to see us, if it could see.