We live in a clear marble amongst millions of other marbles in the dark. All of these transparent spheres are in a vinyl bag stuck in the middle of an empty closet. This closet is in the middle of a warehouse with nothing in it. The warehouse is in the center of an ocean of nothing. This is the universe.

Earth is an air bubble in one of the marbles. How infinite it is to be in a tiny speck. My existence and your existence cannot be seen in this air chamber, this means it doesn't matter if we are here or not, we cannot be found.

Our marble amongst the others is solid, and cannot be destroyed only recreated. If the warehouse were to burn, the marbles may melt and merge to become a mass of universe enveloped in a vinyl casing. New, would take on a whole new meaning.

In the end it wouldn't matter what happened to the universe, it is the fact that it had existed that is important.

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