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If so, then a
popular theory is that the universe will cool as it expands, eventually becoming too cold to
sustain life. For this reason, this future scenario is popularly called the Big Freeze.[1]
If dark energyrepresented by the cosmological constant, a constant energy density filling space
homogeneously,[2] or scalar fields, such as quintessence or moduli, dynamic quantities whose
energy density can vary in time and spaceaccelerates the expansion of the universe, then the
space between clusters of galaxies will grow at an increasing rate. Redshift will stretch ancient,
incoming photons (even gamma rays) to undetectably long wavelengths and low energies.
[3] Stars are expected to form normally for 1012 to 1014 (1100 trillion) years, but eventually
the supply of gas needed for star formation will be exhausted. And as existing stars run out of
fuel and cease to shine, the universe will slowly and inexorably grow darker, one star at a time.
[4][5] According to theories that predict proton decay, the stellar remnants left behind will
disappear, leaving behind only black holes, which themselves eventually disappear as they
emit Hawking radiation.[6] Ultimately, if the universe reaches a state in which the temperature
approaches a uniform value, no further work will be possible, resulting in a final heat death of the
universe.[7]
"Stitches"
I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Tripping over myself
Aching, begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh, you lured me in, I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover
Move on