How could this be? Something from nothing. Irreducible complexity. Conservation of energy. Is it a wave or particle?

We are etched into time by an instrument given to us by no choice of our own. We are empowered through the melting of order. We discover that the universe is in our own hand. Our hand is in our own mind. Our mind in our own awareness. Our awareness in our purpose. Our purpose in our own control. Our control in our own existence and our existence in nothing. What began in order, will end in uniformity. To get there, we must pass through a system of disorder. Yet, uniformity is our beginning. Who are we? When will our time lose its meaning?

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