Chapter 1199 - Every Act Matters II (1/2)

It is hard to explain to the creation why some of them live long and some of them live for such a brief time only to be snuffed out

Who snuffed their life out?

Was it Him?

Was it the Destroyer?

Was it the environment that they lived in? Was it Fate and Destiny? It is hard to explain it because sometimes it is all of this.

And sometimes it isn't

Sometimes it is the fault of the people around them

Sometimes, it is just life. The body gives out and they die. Or to some lifeforms that don't have body, when their energy died out, they disappeared.

And some…...some are more complicated. Some death and life are more special than others. And some are more ordinary than anyone could have imagined

There is as many lives in the Omniverse as there is sands in all of the worlds in space.

That is how vast the Omniverse really is. And in that uncountable lives and souls, there is as many ways to die as there is many ways to live.

But what is important is the experience. The experience of living. It is not always good. Some live in suffering. Some lives in happiness.

Some got no second chances. Whatever it is, it is the experience of existing that matter. He sighed and His sigh shakes the stars all over the star system.

The two Sun in the distance dimmed and the heat was not as hot like before.

The planet that is orbiting around it slowly cools down and some of it become frozen worlds.

It was like the Universe did not dare be happy when He is sighing.

Like they want to share His sadness but there is no Being that could share His sadness. They could not bear it and they could not imagine it.

Every stars, every suns and planets and every sand, every particles and dust, all of it, to the biggest thing in the Omniverse to the most miniature things in the Omniverse, all of it has His trace on it

He is the progenitor of everything.

He then looks at the world beneath his feet. Right now he is in the form of a human. Only around six feet five, but his shadows towers above all firmaments.

This world is a new world, born by a new Big Bang. The Creation of worlds does not necessarily need a Big Bang.

Some are born by the collisions of black holes.

Some are born by the waves of his hand. Some are born unnaturally like a planet that appears because of a strong emotion that bring about a great magical storm in the void of darkness and created a world of unholy creatures

Some are born in an unnatural way, the colliding of some planets that bring about a great destruction which brings about a new creation.

There is always natural birth of Universes and some unnatural ones.

Even the most natural and unnatural birth of Universe is in the calculation of His Lord, the One Who Gave Him the Essence of Creation, the One with Many Names.

Sometimes, he would affectionally called His Lord, the Writer. His Lord like always writes in that Garden.

Sometimes when he goes there, he would see the Gardener. Sometimes he won't.

The Creator knows that there are many names for the Garden.

Some gave it the name Eden.

Others called it Hesperides.

It is not exactly accurate but some of the soil in the Garden of Hesperides did come from the Garden of His Lord.

But His Lord did not care what people called His Garden. It had as many names as there are as many lives and language in the vast Omniverse

Today, he had calculated that there would be a meteor shower around here that would destroy this planet.

And so he came to stop it. Not all planet is lucky as this, to be protected by the Creator. Most planet is given a few chances to rise.

Fate and Destiny do the rest.

But this world is spared because even though it looked empty there is life inside it.

And because there is a Nightingale-like birds in this planet that sings such beautiful songs that if it were to be given magical powers, it would shake the roots of Yggdrasil.

It is the same kind of songs that the Nightingale that once enchanted the Ethernian people had sung.

He was curious of it and he came to this area of the Omniverse to hear the song. When he heard it, he smiles because he then knows that the legacy of the Nightingale lives on.

Her Song is being Sung.

And He felt happy because the Song did not disappear.

This world is allowed to exist, protected by the Creator merely because of all the many birds that lives inside it, of all the new lifeforms that have evolve on it, there is a bird that sang and this song moves him to action.

If one day there is life from this planet here that could think, would they wonder why their world was spared from many disasters from outer space.

Would they think that the survival of their world defies probability?

Or would they like so many others before them thought that it was just luck that they have survived almost all of the natural barriers for evolution, survive all kinds of disaster from heavens above and ground below?

Would they think that miracles don't exist?

They probably would not think that their existence is allowed to continue because one Nightingale birds sang a song.

It would seem absurd to them that a world was spared because a bird sings a song.

But to the Creator, the value of this world is nothing compared to seeing the bird sing and heard its song

Every act matters. It matters. Even the most infinitesimal act that one would think would not be seen, that one thinks doesn't matter, it matters

Whether it be kicking a small stone to the side of the road, or fighting against evil and darkness. Each and every act matters.

Because each and every act affects the world, no matter how small, like a thread and a string that interconnected with each other.

In another planet, there is a person that kicks a stone to the side of the road.

Rains falls and that pebble that is on the side of the road went to other places. Twenty years later, there was a person who was playing around on a playground.

By now the stone is just a pebble. One of the kid in the playground kick that pebble onto the road

A day later, a serial killer was driving his vehicle when the tire hit that pebble, causing it to lose air and get captured.

And all of it because twenty years before, a person kick a stone toward the side of the road. Is it not calculated?

It was. But the mind of mortals couldn't comprehend the game of destiny and fate. Because what restricts mortal is the perspective of time and their own mortality.