All the labors of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins.
In: George Smoot, Wrinkles in Time, Chapter 4 (p. 69), William Morrow & Company, Inc. 1993