Prestige

The first single celled organism that ever lived, split onto itself; into two smaller versions of itself.

It never stopped;

It fused onto itself. It never stopped;

It split and it regrouped.

Created yet destroyed itself. It found ways to be different.

Better. More complex. It made many versions of itself. Each version was slightly different. It learned to be sophisticated. Suave. It learnt to be you. You might not be conscious; you might not remember, but you are that same single cell. Oh, your body remembers, so does every cell in your body. There are many versions of you. All around you. You are the same life that was passed on with that first split. You do the same things but in different ways now. With more sophistication. With more hang ups. With different versions of yourselves.

When you love, make love, hate or fear, you don’t just do that to a distant cousin. We are not related for

it is you, you see on the streets, in the parks, the playground, crowded pubs.

It is you, you are jealous of. It is you, you hate. It is you, you trample on the grass. It is you, you fear.

Hello, how do you do. The sun is warm. The stars are aligned. The world is on it’s perfect trajectory. And we are all made of the same god particle.

All matter in the observable universe, a quantum wave of the Higgs Boson manifesting itself into different complex structures.

You might perceive these structures. But God doesn't.

She sees nothing but herself.

Just her cosmic dance.

Nothing really exists.

Only you. You are Higgs Boson. You are God.