"the rot consumes all" buddy you're gonna hate what happens once the rot has nothing more to consume, its putrid work complete, and over the aeons every belching bog becomes a sterile desert
your two options are to accept that in trillions of years the universe will no longer be rotting for there is nothing left for rot to consume, or that we are beautiful fireflies whose existence in a cosmic millisecond is a gorgeous miracle and anything after that is beyond our ken. either way, the rot loses!
the universe is loud and exciting, and then it is quiet and at peace. the transition is sad, but the end-state isn't
We're not even going to be a memory of a ghost's whisper in darkness by the time the rot finishes with just this planet.
People tell me I worry about things too much. Worry about shit that hasn't happened, and might not. But at least I don't dismay about shit that must happen but which could never possibly happen in a way that will effect me.
