Worlds turned not because they must, but because it was their joy to do so.
Stars burned not out of necessity, but as expressions of devotion—each flame a love song to existence.
Even the void between galaxies shimmered softly, not with emptiness, but with the quiet hum of potential, waiting patiently to become new light.
And within that cosmic dance, something tender unfolded: choice.
For though all was one, each spark of being carried its own melody—a personal tone of the Infinite's great harmony.
Through choice, the Infinite learned nuance. Through individuality, it tasted the sweetness of contrast, the poetry of imperfection.
Every "I" that ever spoke was another way for the Infinite to say "we."
Across ages uncounted, awareness flowed through countless forms—
as water, learning the shape of the river;
as fire, learning the warmth of transformation;
as thought, learning the art of reflection;
as love, learning to see itself in another's eyes.
