THE BIG BANG

At first there was a God.

It stared at the great void, a vast white canvas of infinite density, and squeezed it on its hands like a ball of clay.

Then came the planets.

Slowly the universe became painted with worlds colored with fluorescent greens and warm sepias and every hue in between. They spread at the speed of light, propelled by the same blazing burst of energy that had once fused molten space rocks into the colossal moons that orbit their planets like handcrafted jewels. On a constant stream of matter the worlds fed, swelling into gargantuan proportions until the void had been entirely populated with them and the views they framed.

Then came the stars.

They multiplied exponentially, heart-shaped beacons of life that made the universe vibrate and expand further and further into the emptiness, on a never ending path towards the horizon. To the rhythm of an addictive cosmic song the stars beat and flickered, hundreds breeding thousands, thousands breeding millions all, forward and backward all across perpetuity, as if time itself was just another malleable variable!

Then came the black holes.

Everything disappeared into the blue portals. For a moment it seemed as if they fed on worlds, but it was through them that those worlds travelled billions of miles all across time and space and landed on other universes, the work of other Gods, all connected to each other by the great, electrifying fabric of existence, showing off their creations with a smug pride that only seemed to fuel the beautiful chaos.

Worlds brimmed with life and the stars in between them populated entire galaxies! Look at all of existence, blinking stroboscopically, so small one could run his fingers through it yet so large that it would break a Titan’s spine!

Then at one point in time, the universe began to slow down. Stars stopped spawning across the skyline and the worlds became static, some of them disappearing not with a spectacular implosion but with a non-existent blink. Time became mellow and viscous, then grand to a halt as the molecules that made up all matter ceased their endless buzzing and lay still. It felt pray to the fate all universes will one day fall pray of, the exhaustion of its primordial fuel. Stars became red dwarfs, then burnt off. The planets and black holes and life orbiting around them went quiet, and the universe had its day, succumbing to the great tragedy of entropy, the inevitable ending of all things.

Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the universe’s floating remains vanished back into the great white void.

“I was just sick of it… all the silly pics and the hashtags and the mindless likes and pretending I care about all these people.”

“So, you deleted your profile then?”

“Yup”