Universe Taps Its Foot [D&R]

A flare, a spark; a point of light with no depth and a brightness that could not be measured. All there was and all there had ever been shifted like an ember in a breeze. A point short of infinity took form and expressed itself in a stretching of all that it was and all that could be. Quicker than a firing synapse, it existed.

The essence of meaningless extended itself into incoherence and yawned with a boredom borne of mindless creation and destruction.

Particles danced through voids and became entwined in a whirling madness until they were flung outwards and became stars. Their elements condensed and spun in a cosmic waltz of mathematical rhythms and interrupted beats. Crisis, chaos and confusion stumbled across the dance-floor of the only existence in town.

Still, the meaningless expanded and sought to express itself.

Bright elements took their partners away and danced energetically to a backdrop of colliding uncertainty and nihilism. Planets whirled around and died with all the sound and fury of a vacuum; destruction has no value in a universe without vocation.

The meaningless stretched itself once more and tried to find a means of expression.

On planets and moons, water washed away at their surfaces like age crawling across time. Glaciers, volcanoes and winds made their faces ever-changing and scarred as they continued the mindless dance to infinity’s drum.

Movement without reason and action without intent; the meaningless yawned once again and stretched out to feel something more…

Somewhere, the inanimate moved. A small grit of nothing special twitched and shifted; it split and became two. Staccato notes blurred, multiplied and became…stop…start…stop…pause…splinters of melodies. Life existed simultaneously across worlds. The meaningless began to coalesce into more than boredom and something like the energy of a smile flickered across stars and systems; nebulae shone and cast light into the darkness as life stuttered and stumbled into a future that was beginning to resolve a purpose.

No longer meaningless, the universe listened to the chattering minds that gave intent to its existence and experienced itself through the senses of all iterations of life. Music and dance roared silently through space in one orgasmic crescendo after another; wave after crushing wave until the knowledge of all that it was, and all it could ever be, paused in the aftermath of epiphany…

All that lives…

All that lives must…

All that lives must die.

The stars danced away from each other, planets became dark masses in the ever-dimming expanses of space. The melodies ended and diminishing chords faltered in the new coldness of space. All the knowledge and meaning of the universe separated and drifted back into incoherence.

Nothingness was all.

Then...

A flare, a spark; a point of light with no depth and a brightness that could not be measured. All there was and all there had ever been shifted like an ember in a breeze. A point short of infinity took form and expressed itself in a stretching of all that it was and all that could be.

Quicker than a firing synapse, it existed.