A Slice of Life
One day a very long time ago, the universe was covered in explosions, and life was generally very chaotic and full of interesting diversions from the day-to-day existence built around continuously falling just outside the range of death. Clinging to the surface a ball of negatively charged particles supported between their densely packed opposites crammed together in the crucibles of distant and long-expired explosions past, a dance of exchanges occurred. Like countless hordes of intersecting trapeze artists, constantly leaping from one set of hands to another, guided by intricately crafted structures that brought them into each other and released them on their way. Sometimes the carefully arranged set of circumstances that kept them controlled would let them go, and they would all drift powerfully and then helplessly until they were as far from each other as they could get. If they were lucky, there would be a purpose to their drifting, and once again they’d find themselves full of energy and life, as they dragged new possibilities along with them. If they weren’t, they’d keep drifting, endlessly outward, until they were truly and irrecoverably alone.
