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I like imagining the beginning most--before time existed, where every atom that ever was was condensed into a point of infinite density, before some spark expelled everything that would ever become anything, including our selves, ever further outward into the vast, empty loneliness of space. I imagine it inevitable the sun will, far off somewhere in our unimaginably distant, postmortem future, collapse into a neutron star, pulling us back to the start of things, together, again.