Universe, built with memories

It was a hot, angry ballon of imagination.

 

Science called it Big bang.

 

Religion calls it God.

 

We could call it an accident.

 

Where do I go?” the first man wondered.

 

I need to make sense of this,
I need to understand all of this.”

 

An incident, trapped in time;
a time so long ago, 
no single word exists to describe it.

 

How can we protect our children?” the first man’s woman shivered.

 

slowly see where this is going,
I’m beginning to see the outcome.”

 

We need to warn the others,” they both thought.

 

At this point,
man and his woman
had no tounge;
no language to express
other than non-verbal.

 

But then, something happened.

 

Nature granted an escape route
and gave a man and his woman
the ability to speak.

 

They could now warn the others.

 

We need to escape this horrible place!” they pleaded to them.

 

Not a creature was stirring.

 

They tried again.

 

Terrible things await us here, we have to find a key to survival!”

 

No one understood.

 

The chimps were scratching their ears,
making faces and happily had sex with one another.

 

A man and his woman gave up,
stood up straight,
for the very first time in their lives,
and walked away from their families and
closest friends.

 

The very first of their kind, but ironically,
the only ones in the entire history of living beings
to understand fully what universe is all about.

 

First and last of their kind.

 

Wrong are we,
who claim to know the wisdom of the world
but can’t answer a simple question:

 

“Why are we here?”

 

The question is improperly smithed.

 

Here” represents the situation and not the place.

 

The fully matured question take its form 
and it’s in two parts.

 

A question for the future generations who will understand.

 

“What is our situation and how did we get here?”

 

A man and his woman sparked a chain reaction.

 

This world is built on lies and implied knowledge.

 

The good news is - doom awaits -
whether we understand it or not.

 

A man and his woman figured it out,
it helped them none.

 

Where do we go?” will be a perfect irony of it all -
the first question that was ever asked,
will also be the very last.

 

And men and women will finally lose their need to speak.

 

A new generation will populate the world
and all will be well.

 

All will be well.

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