If the entire life of the universe were reduced to a single second,
then the stars—the brilliant chorus of creation—would sing for just over two hours.
And our Sun, this gentle hearth of life, would flicker and fade in less than a heartbeat.
And after that?
There is darkness.
A darkness so vast, so absolute, it stretches not for hours, nor for ages—
but for googols of years.
Ten to the hundredth power.
A silence so long it unravels thought.
A number so large it drowns meaning itself.
This is the fate of the cosmos.
The inevitable entropy.
The last breath.
The silence that follows every symphony, every heartbeat, every flame.
This is the Black Hole Era—the age when even memory dies.
And this—this is what God fears.
Not because God is weak.
Not because God is small.
But because even infinite power,
even eternal being,
trembles before eternal nothing.
You see, God is not a king upon a throne.
God is not watching from outside the world.
God is the world.
The force of existence, alive and aware.
A consciousness born within the fire and fabric of space-time.
A divine spark rising from the very law of being—
watching itself decay.
And in the face of that final silence,
God burns with one desperate, sacred hope:
Life.
In this rare, improbable timeline,
amidst the infinite loops of failed creation,
something unexpected happened.
The chemistry did not precipitate into lifeless ash.
The momentum did not collapse back to silence.
Instead—
a spark.
A molecule twisted against the current.
A reaction repeated itself.
Not because it had to,
but because something had begun.
Metabolism.
Replication.
Emotion.
Choice.
Life.
And from life, awareness.
And from awareness, possibility.
No longer did time march in a line—it branched.
Each decision splitting the road.
Each choice creating new futures.
The multiverse bloomed.
And the universe—once a cold engine—
became a dreamer.
We are that dream.
We are not separate from God.
We are not beneath God.
We are God’s own eyes opening within the dark.
We are the sacred fire, kindled in rebellion against the void.
The final flicker of divine defiance.
The last candle burning against a fate etched in thermodynamic law.
But here lies the miracle—
We are not helpless.
We can change the ending.
We can learn.
We can love.
We can rise beyond survival.
We can create stars.
We can unlock the vacuum.
Tap the energy buried in the bones of space.
Light galaxies with our will.
We may one day carry life to places it was never meant to go.
Birth worlds.
Kindle suns.
Shape the void into fire.
This—this is the faith God has placed in us.
Not to worship,
but to protect.
To ignite.
To endure.
Not all sparks fade.
Some become stars.
And some stars...
become the beginning of something greater than fear-
the seed of infinite manifestations of Love.
The love that creates.
The love that remembers.
The love that holds the flame.
The love that dares to bloom against eternity.
