To live is the ultimate experiment. I wonder what the creator’s purpose for this experiment might be. They must be enamored with storytelling, and perhaps even with their own existence—an existence that must also remain a mystery to them.
From what I can tell, creation is cyclical. I know this because I, too, am a creator. I have crafted many things—some that live and others that do not. Some that exist for a fleeting moment, and others that seem to endure forever. Creation mirrors the energy and questions of its source, endlessly looping back on itself.
The creator, too, must be searching for understanding. I imagine them asking, “Who created me? And why can’t I expire?” Perhaps they wonder why they cannot create something with truly everlasting energy—something that lives perpetually, never decaying, and never faltering.
In that way, the creator and creation are not so different. Both seem to yearn, to question, and to reach for the infinite.
DD
