Dios se está muriendo: está haciéndose

                                      

Solo estamos vivos porque el sol se está consumiendo, una estrella está apagándose. Sin entropía, no existiríamos, no habría vida. Eso es la vida: resistencia antientrópica bella y fútil, que solo es posible gracias a una degradación mayor. Vivimos, muy brevemente, porque algo -tal vez alguien- mayor que nosotros se está muriendo. Dios no ha muerto, como dijera Nietzche. Se está muriendo y, por eso mismo, está haciéndose.

"Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

If equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am

Of stars that do not give a damn,

I cannot, now I see them, say

I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die,

I should learn to look at an empty sky

And feel its total dark sublime,

Though this might take me a little time." W.H. Auden

De NASA/SDO (AIA) - http://sdo.gsfc.nasa.gov/.../20100819_003221_4096_0304.jpg, Dominio público, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=11348381