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Cosmic nihilism is the view that the universe as a whole has no meaning, purpose or value, and that human beings, seen against its scale, are cosmically insignificant. A cosmic nihilist does not necessarily claim that nothing matters to us. The claim is that nothing matters to the universe, because the universe is not the kind of thing to which anything could matter. It has no mind, no plan and no audience. Galaxies form, stars burn out and entropy rises, and none of it is for anyone.

That sounds bleak, and in the hands of writers like H. P. Lovecraft it is meant to. But the philosophical interest of cosmic nihilism lies in the step from the first sentence to the second: from “the universe has no purpose” to “therefore our lives are meaningless”. That step is much shakier than it looks, and the meme above is a good place to start pulling at it.

My Brother in Christ, You Made That Up

The meme is built on a photo of a sandwich advertisement, the kind with a giant sub and the slogan letters “YOU MADE” in the corner. Someone has added a quotation at the top: “the uncaring cruelty of the universe is soooo scary.” Below it comes the reply, using the slogan as its punchline: “my brother in christ YOU MADE that” (the meme uses a ruder word) “up. the universe lacks both cognition and volition and therefore can neither be uncaring nor cruel. you claim to believe in no god.”

It is a better argument than most philosophy memes manage. Cruelty requires someone who could have been kind. Uncaring requires someone who could have cared. To call the universe cruel is to make what Gilbert Ryle would have called a category mistake, like asking what colour the number seven is. The universe is not indifferent in the way a cold parent is indifferent. It is indifferent in the way a thermometer is indifferent to the weather it measures: there is nobody there to be anything else.

The last line is the sharpest. Nietzsche made the same point in The Gay Science (1882), a few sections after announcing that God is dead. Let us beware, he wrote, of thinking that the world is a living being, or a machine built for a purpose, or that it is heartless or unreasonable; none of our aesthetic or moral judgements apply to it. When, he asked, will all these shadows of God cease to darken us? An atheist who feels the cosmos has abandoned him is still mourning a God he says he does not believe in. The fear of a cruel universe is theology with the lights turned off.

What Cosmic Nihilism Claims, and What It Does Not

“Nihilism” is a family name, and cosmic nihilism is only one member. It helps to separate the relatives, because people slide from one to another without noticing, which is how a fact about physics turns into a feeling about Monday mornings. Our general guide, What Is Nihilism?, covers the family in more detail.

The last row matters for anyone who searches for “cosmological nihilism”, because philosophers use “nihilism” in metaphysics for something quite different: the view that there are no tables or chairs, only particles arranged tablewise and chairwise. It is explained in What Is Metaphysics?, and it is about as cheerful as accountancy. In everyday usage, though, cosmic and cosmological nihilism mean the same thing: the universe at large is meaningless.

Notice that the first row does not entail the second. You can hold that the cosmos is purposeless and still think that friendship, music and justice matter, because they matter to beings who can care. Whether they matter “really” or “ultimately” is the question the rest of this post is about.

From Pascal’s Silence to Lovecraft’s Abyss

The feeling is older than the name. When early modern astronomy replaced the closed, nested spheres of the medieval cosmos with an unbounded universe, Blaise Pascal wrote one of the most quoted sentences in French: “The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.” The universe had become too large to be a home.

Nietzsche gave the mood its classic fable at the opening of his early essay On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense (1873). In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the haughtiest and most mendacious minute of world history, but only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.

Bertrand Russell set it to organ music in “A Free Man’s Worship” (1903), describing how all the labours of the ages and all the noonday brightness of human genius are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, so that the whole temple of human achievement must be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins. And H. P. Lovecraft turned it into a literary programme. All his stories, he wrote to an editor in 1927, rest on the premise that common human laws, interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos at large. His name for it was cosmicism, and his monsters are less evil than oblivious; that is what makes them horrible.

Entropy Without the Clichés

Every popular account of cosmic nihilism eventually reaches for entropy, usually in the form “everything tends towards disorder”. That is not wrong, but it is loose, and a little precision makes the story both more accurate and more interesting.

In 1865 the physicist Rudolf Clausius coined the word “entropy” and summed up the second law of thermodynamics in a sentence: the entropy of the world tends towards a maximum. In 1852 William Thomson, later Lord Kelvin, had written about a universal tendency in nature towards the dissipation of mechanical energy. Ludwig Boltzmann then explained what entropy is. A system’s entropy measures how many microscopic arrangements of its parts are compatible with its large-scale state. His formula, S = k log W, is engraved on his tombstone in Vienna. Entropy rises not because nature prefers mess but because there are overwhelmingly more ways to be disordered than ordered, so a system left alone almost certainly wanders into one of them.

Two consequences are worth knowing before you build a philosophy on them. First, the second law does not forbid order. Living things build and maintain extremely improbable structures by exporting entropy to their surroundings; the physicist Erwin Schrödinger, in What Is Life? (1944), described organisms as feeding on “negative entropy”. On Earth the whole arrangement is powered by the sun, which sends us a smaller number of high-energy photons while the planet radiates a larger number of low-energy ones back into space. Your existence is not an exception to entropy. It is one of the more elegant ways entropy increases.

Second, the arrow of entropy needs an explanation of its own. Entropy can only rise so reliably today because it was extraordinarily low in the early universe, a fact the philosopher of physics David Albert has called the past hypothesis. Why the universe began in such a special state is one of the open questions of cosmology. The arrow of time we experience, the reason we remember the past and not the future, seems to be borrowed from that initial condition, a puzzle we touch on in Is Time an Illusion?.

Heat Death and the Temple in Ruins

Followed to its end, the second law suggests a future that Victorian physicists called the heat death of the universe. In the current picture, stars will eventually exhaust their fuel and stop forming, black holes will slowly evaporate over unimaginable spans of time, and the universe will approach a cold, dilute state in which no work can be done because there are no differences left to exploit. Nothing will happen, forever, because there will be nothing for anything to happen to.

This is where people search for the meaning of life in entropy, and it is worth asking what exactly the heat death is supposed to prove. One answer is Russell’s: if everything we build will be destroyed, nothing we build has lasting value. But the inference assumes that value must last to count, and that assumption is doing all the work. A concert does not become worthless because it ends; a good life is not refuted by the fact that it stops. If permanence were the measure of value, then even an eternal universe would only postpone the problem, since an endless series of meaningless moments is no more meaningful than a finite one. Russell himself drew a defiant rather than a despairing conclusion: free man’s worship meant building one’s values in the knowledge that the universe would not preserve them.

Boltzmann Brains and the Cosmic Joke

Statistical physics produces one of the strangest thought experiments in modern science. Boltzmann himself speculated that our ordered corner of the universe might be a rare random fluctuation in a universe otherwise at equilibrium. Modern cosmologists noticed the catch. If random fluctuations produce observers, small fluctuations are vastly more probable than large ones, so a single brain flickering into existence with false memories of a world should be far more common than a whole ordered universe like ours. Such hypothetical observers have been nicknamed Boltzmann brains.

Most physicists treat Boltzmann brains not as a discovery but as a warning light. Sean Carroll has argued that any cosmological theory which predicts that typical observers are Boltzmann brains is cognitively unstable: if it were true, you would have no reason to trust the observations that led you to believe it. It is a lovely example of physics running into an old philosophical problem, Descartes’ worry about deceiving demons and dreams, by a completely new route.

If the universe has a sense of humour, it is the one Douglas Adams gave it in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, where a supercomputer works for seven and a half million years to calculate the answer to life, the universe and everything, and announces that it is 42. The joke is not that the answer is meaningless. It is that nobody knew what the question was, which is roughly the cosmic nihilist’s point made with better timing.

Two Scientists Look Into the Void: Weinberg and Sagan

Some of the most quoted lines on cosmic meaninglessness come from scientists rather than philosophers. In The First Three Minutes (1977), his account of the early universe, the physicist Steven Weinberg wrote that “the more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.” It is often quoted as a nihilist slogan. Read on, though, and Weinberg turns it around: the effort to understand the universe, he says, is one of the very few things that lifts human life a little above the level of farce and gives it some of the grace of tragedy. The universe offers no point, but the attempt to understand it is not pointless to us.

Carl Sagan made the opposite emotional move with the same facts. On 14 February 1990, at his urging, the Voyager 1 probe turned its camera back towards home from beyond the orbit of Neptune and photographed the Earth as a speck less than a pixel wide in a band of scattered sunlight. In his book Pale Blue Dot (1994), Sagan used the picture to argue against human arrogance: every war, every empire and every person who ever lived happened on that mote of dust. But his conclusion was not despair. It was responsibility. Since nobody is coming from elsewhere to save us, he wrote in effect, we had better be kinder to one another and take better care of the only home we have ever known.

Weinberg and Sagan accept everything the cosmic nihilist says about scale, time and indifference. What they deny is the inference from “the universe does not care” to “nothing matters”. That inference requires a hidden premise, that only cosmic significance is real significance, and neither of them saw any reason to grant it.

Does Smallness Make Us Meaningless?

The most common argument for cosmic nihilism is an argument from scale. The observable universe contains on the order of a hundred billion galaxies or more; human history is a blink; Earth is, in Carl Sagan’s phrase, a pale blue dot. How could anything we do matter?

Thomas Nagel’s essay “The Absurd” (1971) answers that the argument proves less than it seems. If our lives are absurd given our present size and lifespan, he asked, why would they be any less absurd if we lived for millions of years or filled the universe? Size and duration cannot be the problem. For Nagel the sense of absurdity comes from inside us: from the collision between the seriousness with which we inevitably take our lives and our ability to step back and see everything we care about as arbitrary. That ability is not a sign of our insignificance. It is one of the most remarkable things about us.

Pascal, the man frightened by infinite space, had already made the same move. A human being, he wrote, is only a reed, the weakest thing in nature, but a thinking reed. The universe could crush him with a drop of water, yet he would still be nobler than what kills him, because he knows that he dies and the universe knows nothing of its advantage. Sagan, too, drew an ethical rather than a despairing lesson from the pale blue dot: since nobody out there will save us from ourselves, we had better be kinder to each other.

Eternal Recurrence and the Gentle Indifference of the World

Nietzsche offered a more unsettling test. In section 341 of The Gay Science a demon creeps into your loneliest loneliness and tells you that you will have to live this life once more and innumerable times more, every pain and joy in the same order. Would you curse him, or would you answer that you have never heard anything more divine? The point is not cosmology but affirmation: can you say yes to a life that has no meaning beyond itself?

Nietzsche did sometimes play with the idea that recurrence might be literally true, reasoning in his notebooks that a finite amount of force in infinite time must repeat its configurations. Physics briefly gave him company. In 1890 Henri Poincaré proved that certain bounded mechanical systems will return arbitrarily close to their initial state, and in 1896 Ernst Zermelo used the result against Boltzmann. Modern cosmology, with its expanding universe and approaching heat death, makes literal recurrence doubtful. But the existential test does not depend on the physics, which is fortunate for Nietzsche.

Albert Camus took the opposite route to a similar place. At the end of The Stranger, Meursault, awaiting execution, opens himself for the first time to “the gentle indifference of the world” and finds that he has been happy. Indifference here is not a threat but a release: the world does not judge him, and neither, therefore, need he accept the judgements of those who claim to speak for it. In The Myth of Sisyphus Camus turned this into a philosophy of revolt, explained in One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy and What Is Absurdism?.

Living With an Indifferent Universe

So is cosmic nihilism true? Its factual core is hard to deny. Nothing in physics suggests that the universe has purposes, and much suggests that it will end in a state where nothing happens. But the conclusions people draw from that core are another matter. That the universe does not care does not show that nothing matters; it shows that if anything matters, it matters to beings like us. That we are small does not show that we are insignificant, unless significance is measured in kilograms. And that everything ends does not show that nothing was worth doing, unless worth is measured in years.

Nagel’s conclusion is a good one to keep. If, seen from the point of view of the universe, there is no reason to believe that anything matters, then that does not matter either, and we can approach our absurd lives with irony instead of heroism or despair. There is a line, usually attributed to Mark Twain, that makes the same point about the void before birth: he had been dead for billions and billions of years before he was born and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it. The cosmos will be just as untroubled after us. The inconvenience, and the meaning, are entirely ours.

If you want the opposite conclusion drawn from similar premises, read our post on antinatalism. If you would rather worship nature than despair of it, Spinoza’s God or Nature is the most beautiful attempt ever made. And if you have decided that the answer really is 42, the designs below will at least let you wear it.