The universe may not have a discernible end. It's infinite, but it had a beginning.
And as for it's component parts, the stars, those definitely have a limited cosmological shelf life.
They're finite.
We're a ship full of fools, chasing phantoms.
Heedless of what underwrites natural law.
If we could somehow attain that wisdom, perhaps it would only plunge us into madness and ruin.
Humans exceeding the speed of light? It's more foolish than fish attempting to make a life on land.
And yet- these words. They're meant for those foolhardy enough to defy the councils of fate.

An epigraph for their obstinance.