Astronaut I am, floating in the endless void. Just as my breath is meant to end, a nice curvy lady appears. She welcomes me to the after & moves me back into a new womb. But before I leave, I ask if gods real. A yes I hear, anger boils inside my skull. If he’s alive, why did he make humanity so evil? Why are we suffering? Is it just a game? A play? The lady responds “He would if he could. But currently he’s occupied with the star.” “The stars?” “The stars.” I learn of the true origins of our cosmos. A blinding creature was sent from another, made to rip & tear. But god captured the pest. He severed its illuminating body bit by bit into our stars. If god even let’s one star break away from his might wrath, all will be consumed. For the time being, god will hold these stars together & let them die out, killing the pest.