The birth of the universe is a sin. Matter groans, shuddering into life under Heaven's floorboards. Chemical firespiders web across oblivion, weaving beauty with blood. Stars stagger down His stairs, their blazing entrails spilling through newborn fists, soon to be thrust through time; an accidental legacy. Timid, mankind's eye clutches at the skies, questions old news. We take the aftertaste of miracle, find it is viscous. A lie. The basement of Paradise falls away. Physics rewrites Philosophy.

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