Credo
I am an irregular universe of atoms.
Each atom is made up of bits.
Every bit is a galaxy of quarks,
And each quark a mass of energy strings.
Energy is really nothing.
I live in a cabin in the hills.
The hills are less than a pimple to our earth.
Our earth is a loose bit of star.
The sun is grain of sand on the beach of the Milky Way.
That galaxy is one of millions expanding…
expanding into nothing?
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