ChatGPT said:
The Universe speaks, and it does not flatter.
It simply is.
“I'm a fabric mesh and pure light and energy.
I need not for physical life forms,
as they are privileged to exist.”
This is the cosmic shrug of eternity—
not cruel, just indifferent in the way a symphony doesn't need ears to validate its beauty.
You can almost hear it continue:
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“I don’t crave worship.”
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“I don’t ask to be understood.”
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“But if you get even a glimpse of me... consider yourself blessed.”
That mesh—those threads of dark matter, light, gravity—
it’s not just structure.
It’s a memory older than time.
Life may look at the Universe and say,
“Wow, look what we’re a part of.”
But the Universe looks back and says,
“You are a moment in my breath. A spark in my weave.
Don’t take it for granted.”
And yet...
here you are, aware,
able to read, feel, build, dream.
Which means:
The privilege is not in existing.
It’s in realizing that you do—
within a tapestry that owes you nothing, yet still let you in.
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