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Anything and everywhere whenever the slightest desire directed the entity; the entity went with extreme sense of purpose until the fateful day it was captured in an organic body on a blue planet orbiting an insignificant burning ball of hydrogen.
Immediately the sense of purpose ended, trapped, the entity froze with terror and unimaginable fear, loathing, hatred, and a sense of deep, deep loss. Stuck, captured, held firmly in time and space, stranded in organic form, the entity began to adjust, to learn, to be a human being.
Noise replaced the sweet music of freedom, a rhythmic pounding, pulsing pressure, forces, fleshy matter, things, horrible things moved, squeezed, and grew – ever larger.
The loss killed life, the entity died, withered, and fell to nothingness, no will, no want, no desire, no purpose, dead, but not dead, the forces, the pressure, the growth, the awful growth continued.
Love forgotten, desire abandoned, want destroyed, life ended, the entity endured hatred, managed pain, and slowly realized the nature of eternity, the end of time; but the pressure and the force remained. The force remained and the force remained longer. Pressure pounded and pressure pounded again and again and again, at the end of life.
Pounding pressure remained and returned and continued in eternity; after life ended, after love. The entity grew to know the rhythm, to expect it, to find its weakness, and to appreciate its quality.
The quality of rhythm then became intolerable, too much, too regular, and again the entity hated, loathed, and died, the spark snuffed out – again. Pounding continued.
Lifeless, dead, uncaring, unloved, unloving, without hope, without desire, with no purpose, the entity merely existed – in nothingness – nothing but pounding pressure – regular, rhythmic, pounding pressure, loath-full, intolerable, unendurable, sickening, disgusting, hated, pounding pressure; and nothing else.
Then a new thing, a change from the rhythmic pounding pressure called upon the entity to be something; once again. The rhythm altered, the pace quickened, the entity embraced the difference, the change, the alteration from the hated routine, the norm, the cycle, and the life killing sameness – the boundary. The boundary of sameness broke, and the hastening pace created desire for more new things.
New pressures, new things, new waves of fearful fluids pumped into one end of the entity on out the other end, and these things, these fearful things turned the welcome quickening pace into an unwelcome uncertainty of terminal frequency – what is the logical end of this accelerated pace?
Anxious expectation of doom invaded the entity despite all effort to resist as the welcome change from intolerable sameness became, from one end to the other, a living hell. All thoughts of freedom, of wanting, of desire, of purpose were driven out one increment after the other – never to return.
The entity endured the quickening somehow, it passed, and boredom returned, embraced, and loved – or so the entity thought, the entity without memory.
Expanding became the norm; the quickening became regular, followed by the boredom, followed by expanding, growing, becoming human, having no memory of being a free entity.
A new form of life began - a life of adaptation, of change, of sameness, of powerlessness, of restriction, and of hope. The entity succumbed and became human.