If you ask me, I'm at least 13.8 billion years old. Born in the aftermath of the Big Bang. My life began the same way it will end:

Scattered across Infinity.

When I was less coalesced, I was a mess of bits and bobs, buzzing around the molten slurry that this explosion of existence left in its wake. It beckoned me, like a distant mirage amid the endless sea of sand in the Sahara. Or maybe like the faint glow of the River Styx guiding this lost soul to paradise. And so, I followed it.

Before long, I found myself engulfed in the beating heart of a Stellar Beast, forged by the deafening roar of infernos that burned with unimaginable heat all around me. It was deep in the core of these magnificent beasts who paint the cosmos in hues of blistering orange and scorching red that I began to coalesce.

It's difficult to piece together exactly how I got here, but somehow, somewhere along the way, I found myself here in this blue utopia. Amidst the delicate cosmic dance of this Solar System, heavenly bodies crashing together to the symphony of orderly chaos, here I lie among the rubble with the opportunity to bear witness to its greatness.

In my short time here in Infinity, I have already done so much. I've rained down from the heavens with the hellfire of molten rock. I've raged with the great rivers, tearing rifts through continents. I've breathed life into the atmosphere with my mighty lungs of creation. I've played my part in this ensemble and helped shape this planet.

And so have you.

I've come to realize that I abhor the word Death. Who are you to deny our greatness with that term? Death. You and I, we're the lucky ones. We lucky few, through sheer determination and the right string of collisions, find ourselves with this beautiful gift. The most precious stage of all cosmic transformations. We get the opportunity to think, to speak, to write, to love deeply, to witness it all.

And as much as I hate to say it, to die.

Death, as I see it, is not the end, but a new beginning. A chance to return to the order from which we were granted this opportunity in the first place. Maybe we will live again. This time, a much smaller part of some much smaller, insignificant species. Or perhaps something far greater. All just a break for a weary traveler on their journey through the Infinity.

If you ask me, I am immortal, and so are you.