In all the teeming mass of life. All the millions of worlds. The countless civilisations, the incalculable number of lives, loves, persecutions and injustices. The raping of children of their innocence and the songs of birds who manage, against all the odds, to keep their’s intact.
In that one great expulsion of matter, that one forceful blast of life giving everything, the universe expanded and gave life to life in all it’s various and varying forms.
And life was the Majesty. The Majesty and the meaning of it all.
But as the cosmos crept it’s way forward to the pitch that would become it’s goal, to pause, as at the top of the arc. As intelligence and progress faultered even on the brink of understanding. To collapse upon itself.
Slowly, inexorably, rushing to implode. The BIG PHUT. As the stars dance together a pas d’armes toward oblivion. All man’s ingenuity and man’s cruelty to his fellow man, falls like moth’s wings. Unfelt, unbidden.
As God feels the need to inhale, to be able to breathe again, God’s breath.
A Life On The Shelf 
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