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I was born to love you
With every single beat of my heart
Yes, I was born to take care of you
Every single day of my life
You are the one for me
I am the man for you
You were made for me
You're my ecstasy
Once upon a time, a long long time ago—actually in another universe, where Good and Evil, Heaven and Hell existed under the ineffable order of God, there had been two beings who fell in love with the world.
One was an angel.
He loved peace and harmony. He loved reading books. He loved meat and sushi. He loved the art of close-up magic.
Most of all, he loved a demon who dreamed.
The other had also been an angel–until he eventually slanted vaguely downwards.
He loved the eternal stars and planets. He loved a nice glass of wine. He loved the music of Queen. He loved a majestic black bently.
Most of all, he loved an angel who shined.
Together they protected the world from the ineffability of it all. Together they played their own game. Together they toasted to the world they loved.
‘To the world.’
’To the world.’
Together they had lived throughout time and space, since before the beginning of time…until the very end of it.
‘I want a real universe. I want the people to have a chance. I want free will to be a real thing.’
‘I believe we have come to a decision.’
And at the end of it all, as the cover of a book finally closed, they had held each other and had looked each other in the eye.
‘Even if there are no angels. No demons.
No us…ever again.’
‘Is this goodbye?’
The demon whispered with his eyes, full of tears.
The angel gazed into those golden pupils. His demon, his angel, his everything.
He pressed his lips against his fingers and delivered his answer to the demon's lips.
‘See you soon.’
The demon smiled as he kissed his angel’s fingers.
’See you, angel.’
And as they felt their celestial essence dissolve into its origin, they knew.
And with a flash of light, the universe came to an end.
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It was a nice day. Not all the days have been nice.
The earlier days certainly hadn’t been, when the grounds were mostly molten rock and magma oceans.
But the grounds had cooled down after some time, and then came the first thunderstorm. It had rained for a long time since then.
Then came the ocean. And in it, came the first microscopic cell.
The rest came along pretty soon—cyanobacteria, photosynthesis, oxygen, the ozone layer, yaddi-yaddi-yadda.
And there was life on Earth. Not because someone wanted it to be, nor because someone let it be.
There just was.
Amongst the trees and leaves covering the garden, an ape was carefully observing a piece of rock on the ground. She was rather hungry and wanted to satisfy her hunger. In front of the ape was a large fruit with a thick layer of shell.
Slowly, she stretched out its long fingers and grabbed the rock, picked it up and brought it down to the shell. It bursted open with a large crack.
The sudden sound alerted the animals wandering around the area. One by one, they disappeared into the brush, into the trees, to the sky.
All except a small, winged creature that stationed itself on top of a rather tall branch. The pure white wings were sparkling against the bright sunlight, which unfortunately caught the attention of a passing black serpent.
Slowly, the snake slithered up the tree trunk, not making a sound. Very slowly, it peered through the green leaves and spotted its prey. The golden slits narrowed as it fixed them upon the bird, ready to strike... Then came another loud sound from beneath. Distracted, the serpent turned its scaled head.
The ape had brought another one of her kind—a male one, and was now repeating the movement she did with the rock and the fruit. She made strange noises with her mouth which sounded—well it sounded like anything—but one could guess she was rather pleased with her new discovery. The male took the rock from her and he, too, cracked a fruit open with the tool with great ease. His face lit up with what was unmistakably joy.
The serpent turned its head back to the bird. It was quite an amusing spectacle, sure, but it had his own hunger to deal with. But as it fixed its gaze back to the poor bird, it noticed something.
The bird was gazing at the pair of apes with the utmost wonderment in its eyes, as if it had never seen anything more glorious and magnificent—more so than the sweetest of berries and the freshest of waters. It had not fled with the rest of its fleet, it wasn’t even keeping its guard up for potential predators nearby. (Which was definitely present.)
It was defining its nature—just to look at a couple of stupid apes banging rocks against shells—and it looked so damn happy.
The snake looked at the bird’s eyes for a moment, and slowly retreated back into the shadows so that the small creature wouldn’t notice.
Maybe it was the wrong thing to do—perdeters were supposed to devour the weak prey. It was in its nature, to survive. But to be honest, it wasn’t really craving for food at the moment, and there will be plenty of food to hunt for after night falls. It wasn’t worth ruining that poor little bird’s day by, well, ending it. Might as well be satisfied with a bite of an apple when it slithered down the tree later on.
So the serpent simply stayed there, followed the bird’s gaze, and watched the apes take a big, juicy bite out of the crimson fruit. The serpent wished he could do the stuff with the rocks too. It would certainly save up much time and effort.
But unfortunately it didn’t have those long sticks that the apes curved and straightened as they pleased, or even arms and legs for that matter. Good for them.
Maybe the bird was thinking the same thing…
It was a nice day, and a pair of Australopithecus had just discovered the first tool.
And an unnatural bird and an unnatural serpent had witnessed it, together.
It’s not the end.
It’s not goodbye.
For my soul is yours and yours is mine.
We found each other and chose each other in this universe.
We will find each other again.
Everytime, everywhere.
In every universe.