Over the past 4.5 billion years, our planet has risen up from the rinds of cosmic dust, venting its attributes onto all of its inhabitants. Scabs, forming from the thicket of molecules and atoms. Hurrying along, inch by inch, until they’re able to cross an ocean or call it a puddle.

Each and every life forms claim some kind of control.

They claim it with their actions and their tongues and so it can be seen as misfortune latches onto the writhing and wriggling worms near the bottom, trembling and hoping for a chance to get away.

Stamped with a singular option, to live or to die.

Each and every collection of energy sorts out its problems as invented distractions in order to keep there computing unit in tact.

Alas, while amorphous sacks of meat or goo shake their nubs at each other in terms laid out in blood and cruelty, others shake their stubby, crippled heads in contempt and disgust as they simply wait out there time on this god forsaken planet.

5 billion years later.

A comet strikes!

So vast it ruptures the sky and plumes of catastrophe ravage towards gravity’s monstrous creation, shattering it and hurling it through darkness; utter death traveling towards a new sun.

A rebirth had been granted; not with holding of consciousness. Only memories and buckets of spilt self. The dispersed ions had traveled for eons only to collect with others and form as a new den or social construct.

Something pulled them to a new location. Something beyond us and yet something that is us.

A force…

We collected here on Earth and some of us have been cursed by merely being born. Cursed to be force fed our allowance of luck and live with what it allows us to purchase.

Simply existing is their problem. Simply dying is our next.

We rebirth as a unit of species in time.