“A million years from today, the sun will rise in the morning, and all my thoughts, endeavours, poor singing voice, pains and laughter will have been long forgotten. The mark of all my actions, legacy, deepest concerns and ideals will have faded forever. All the matter of my body – bones, brain and tears alike – will have become many different distant things: rocks and clouds, trees and fossils, other sentient beings and their own tears. The sun shall rise indifferent, illuminating all that, continuing the endless morning that has circled the Earth for over 4 billion years.
A further million years from then, the sun will rise still, the other morning long forgotten – if there is someone or something to do the forgetting.
But today… Ah, today I got worry!”