We Live On In Syndication
In the beginning, there was murk. It was smooth and inert in ultimate entropy.
Specks fluctuated in dissimilarity. They ionized; they attracted and repelled. Many coalesced and then imploded upon their own weight. Density ignited explosive fusion. Dancing implosions and explosions tripped the light fantastic. It was heat; it was good.
When their fuel was exhausted, implosion won, then explosion was final, welding heavier and heavier bits and pieces that could attract and repel, then coalesce, to make even heavier bits and pieces.
And amino acids.
A new gestalt emerged from the bits and pieces...and amino acids...and heat. Neurotransmitters navigated synapses and lit them up. It was thought; it was enlightenment; it was good.
Sentients arose in wild genetic experiments that either succeeded or failed. Most failed.
Some succeeded and improved their existential machines with nutrition, codification of laws, and benevolence. But even some successful ones failed, with poisons, ignoring laws, and malevolence. Beautiful dreams danced with horrific nightmares and tripped the glare tragidramatic.
Everything was important, sustaining the hubris until the fuel was exhausted. And so it was that the bits and pieces of the sentients were sent into the murk to coalesce anew. Stay tuned.
In the new beginning...