I am a writer. I love to write. So, I am going to write. The End.
We are everything.
Everything is us.
We confine ourselves to our own skin thinking that it's the farthest we go.
But it's not.
Let's say, for a moment, that the big bang (the theory that the universe was created in a big BANG) absolutely happened. That it imploded and then exploded, spreading everywhere at an incredible speed. That this is really, for sure, what happened.
Well, everything was created from that, right?
You weren't born into this world; you were born out of it.
And still, the universe is still expanding.
It's still blowing up.
This isn't the result! It's still in the process.
You are part of the process.
You ARE the process.
You are the explosion.
You are the debris.
You are the big bang.
And you are everything in between.
You are EVERYTHING.
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