In the beginning there was incomprehensible friction and heat.
It was savage galactic sex that launched the universe across the great nothingness. Fornication, intercourse, fucking on an immeasurable scale, beautiful and infinite began all that you know. You are made of intergalactic sex slop. And so am I.
I was here in the beginning with the others. We were all sentient eons before semi-intelligent civilization 4669 (you angry little battle apes) came to question all that is. Ours is the breath of the divine, beyond everything you and the stars could dream and yet we stand in awe ourselves of our parents that quite literally screwed us into this remote section of existence. My siblings and I, as well as everything in this universe, are all orphans. But, we have managed without parental guidance since the appropriately named "big bang."
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