Life has always been a struggle of sorts to win a race in sufficient expansion before imminent disaster resets the race. Although life will always persevere and remain eternal, the race to reach the ultimate goal is an ever-lasting one.
Just as our ancestors have struggled before great ice-ages, we too have our future struggles to race against. To expand our horizons before a great disaster arrives and escape its clutching grasps that wishes to beset our earnings in vain; to escape the possible impending doom of an oncoming asteroid, or move to a distant inhabitable planet before our sun supernovas; or to avoid the disaster that could be a gamma ray burst too close to our survival.
And only time will tell, but one day we will either perish and our position in the race reset to zero as the next generation of life has to restart its expansion of knowledge of the sciences and arts from scratch. Or, we will have rapidly expanded fast enough to overcome such hurdles and prevent such a disaster, by preventing them from ever occurring or simply moving far enough away from such doom.
While the disasters are many, the clear goal is only singular: to learn, acquire much knowledge, to better ourselves and to reach the end of the race. A race which will carry us through difficult-to-perceive futures and expands our position in the universe. A race which feats us against not only our civil-warring selves, but against possible predators that might exist within the universe. A race which challenges the natural evolution of the universe which should likely refresh itself in massive explosions of renewing energy sources.
And one day, maybe we'll reach that final end-point. The point where all things in the universe are man-controlled and there is nothing new to discover. At that point, maybe we will realize the only next step to take is ascension: to rise out of this box we call our home, the universe, and to join our creators or gods in an entirely different dimension, leaving behind the ever-eternal force that is life in a box. And at that point, we can watch in on what we might one day call our own creation, and observe quietly as new life struggles to win the race we one day may have finished ourselves.
Indeed, maybe they will have completed the race faster than ourselves. Perhaps we are not the first to have completed that race. Perhaps, the race was always merely just a simulation -- to challenge the limits of mankind in life to see who can finish fastest. Maybe there is a greater prize awaiting us all who finish the race. Life outside the box, outside that greater box? And simulations within simulations? And still yet, maybe the race was never meant to be completed, for it is simply too difficult, too impossible with odds too staggeringly low. All we know, is that the race must go on, even in the face of zero chance of success, one step at a time as rapidly as we can sanely pace them.
