The Day The World Ends.

Sky and earth were lovers their children; sea, rain, sun and thunder; but they had no space, stuck in the middle of the lovers, so they prised them apart and thus were free. The Parents cannot meet again and look on as their children rake havoc on sky and land. They know the day will come when there will be silence and just enough time for a last embrace before the world turns into a snowball that flies beyond the galaxy where the unknown is a shivering tree that has yet to exist, since there is no consciousness. But is it right to say only insight is suitable as prove of life? Dipterous exist well without it and the filthy cockroach has its brain in its stomach. Life created has a purpose, a function we don´t see, practical suited to natures self are regulating cleaning purpose. The shivering tree does not know it does not exist, if the world ceased to be, and when the world reappeared after a long recreation it has no recollection of a past, and there is no room for philosophical speculation of the rhythmic wonder of life.