little death

Only 'til the end of time? Should the world itself drown or starve and be no more, then are our souls forgotten? Oh, selfish earth, to take my mind and being, erase them from an eternity of space. That our forever should end, that it should be barred by finite sciences, I shudder. Should I never be known in a thought on a distant world of true eternities? When time stops, perhaps I may live on in space, or in the memory of it. Or, that when every piece and particle of this planet shall vanish by the stars' eyes, every word of the human tongue should echo no more, every idea never reverberate again. Is this the fate of the earth, and am I to submit to it?