AFTER THE LAST BIG BANG

Life is an illusion, conceived amid confusion. It is merely an intrusion in the nothing space of a place between the past and the last gasp of the nothingness to come when the drums will roll and a godless God will achieve His goal, whatever that goal may be.

During this moment of intermission on a stage of exhibition, where fiction replaces conviction, and fact causes friction, the unrestrained brain will serve as an astute substitute for reality in the finality of erratic, dramatic frivolity.

The universe, for what it's worth for better or for worse, is the end result of an impaction in which opposing forces traveling on separate courses, collide, bringing a stinging ending to what set out to be an endless ride into infinity, But instead of wending aimlessly it came to its ending famously in the biggest gol-dang bang that will ever be.

And that, my friend, is why the sky and all the birds that fly and every fish in the sea and variety of creature that will ever be, including you and me, are here---temporarily.