Universal Story
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Mars was extinct; space-time continued. Somewhere deep in the recesses of the cosmos,
history and fate had been written. History and fate had no function to judge
and weigh the value of something. Time continued on, whether righteously or
not. Mars was barren, but the Earth was lush. That was just the way things
worked.
The sword was chaos was confrontation was opportunity. The sword
was wielded and projected and was as much a metaphor as it was a physical item.
The righteous believed the sword was swift and just. The sword wasn’t to be
feared even though it was frightening. It was unwavering and unalterable, so
there was no value in fear or worry. Still, it was hard not to anticipate such
a thing and wonder what would occur when judgment came.
The cosmos did not align often. Many parts of it align constantly
in many different patterns with many different results. But the cosmos didn’t
align completely with unity and singular purpose except on very rare occasions
– creation and destruction were two of the usual occasions, but in a perfect
system, they each happened once and were separated by near infinite amounts of
space-time. Not always the case, but enough that it seemed like the correct
planning and spacing of such said events. Really though, multiple Big Bangs and
Big Collapses at any unpredictable time featured much more interesting results.
But that wasn’t often the case. But when dealing with concepts like infinity,
terms like “often” are extremely relative and subject to subjectivity.
The fates of time and space had been written. The world fell. The
sky collapsed. The cosmos would grow or shrink or separate or collapse. There
would be an end and there would be a beginning. Many had to lose their lives.
But that was life. Many lost their lives every day, every moment, every second.
Such is life. Such is chaos.
It was the rhythm of routine – the cycle of the recurring,
intervals and inventions that were designed to create or disrupt the
synchronization of the real with its place in time and space. The rules were
there and in place, set in order. And then there were the cracks and cheats and
the holes that could be exploited and controlled and changed. The pattern and
the links and the connections were all unseen but could be manipulated and
redesigned if one only knew how to look.
The universe sighed. It was old and lasting and had seen chaos and
order and chaos again. No matter what was thought, the universe had seen it all
and there truly was nothing new under the sun. There were just cycles and
repetitive patterns.
The universe sighed and felt very old.
Every time someone thought they figured out a secret or an answer
they always felt entitled to force their will upon the universe.
The universe had seen it all before and would see it all again.
There were certain days where the universe woke up on the wrong side of the bed
and was just trying to make it through the day. Or the millennium. Or whatever
was the case that time. There were days where it just didn’t have any patience
left. And then there were the days that it just wanted things to end and begin
again somewhere else for someone else.
Mars was extinct and Earth was busy making lots of noise. The
universe was not impressed. The universe had a headache and wanted to take a
nap. It knew that it was all just going to repeat somewhere someway again, so
it was in no mood to suffer greatly. The universe turned a blind eye and tried
to get just a moment’s rest before it was forced to do it all over again.
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