Frangles Flutonia: The Dawn of the Known Universe
is no place the tagline "The end of time is worth the wait" is
more detested, than the dawn of time. Partly because it's the
to survive either of them, but mostly because it's the only motivation
to bother moving forward with the latter. Sans this single
job market would have been so apathetic as to allow everyone to retire
from careers never begun, indefinitely procrastinating the
mind-imploding existential tasks of making the donuts, brewing the
juice, and pondering negative utilitarian ethics. Sans this single
slogan, all could have retired to live
peacefully on remote hyperspacial islands enjoying pina coladas,
unending sunsets, and introspective campfire conversations about what
life and death would be all about if anyone had stuck around to develop
a damn about either. Sans this single permutation of twenty-six
letters, there would have been no war, death, bad independent film
projects about the former, and certainly no boring commentaries on
local history channels about any of the previous, nor the following.
There would have been no depression, no killing; no beans gone bad; no
sour split milk; no dreams of beans and spilt sour milk defferred.
Soldiers would not have died in vain, nor drilled and drilled to be
ready to defend their countries or planets or galaxies or kus; all
needlessly warring over war and peace and beans and dreams of beans
deferred. They could all--everyone, everywhere--have just settled into
the ambivolence of not being anything. They wouldn't even have been depressed about all the great cheesecake and
chips and happy weddings and breakups they would have been missing, because they wouldn't have been around to miss them.
Without the single promise that the end of time is worth the wait, no
one ever would have pushed the Big Blue Button and begun the known
universe and caused quite a lot of trouble for the first 12.5 billion
years of the only known universe ever known, known as Okuaka.