[ WP ] You tell Death that you will never tire of living no matter how long you live . It makes you a bet that you will and thus grants you true immortality . You 've just lived through the second death of the universe and show no sign of stopping . Death is baffled .

It started as a bet, and maybe it still is in Its mind. I started knowing that I wanted to show it wrong and make it known, only to myself at this point, that there is infinite wonder throughout the cosmos. Humans had their conflicts, it seems so distant now. All beings had their conflicts, but some were more Utopian in the comings and goings of their societies. However, they all had their goings. Swirling blazes of fire that were the explosions of stars dwarfed the idea of any nuclear war my planet of origin ever held. 
 
 I feel that It may have given up seeing what has kept me going over the unimaginable amounts of time, as It has n't spoken to me in over half a universal cycle. Sad as It was really the only one I had to talk to consistently amidst the searching for other life forms to grasp and cling to until their time in this place was up. It realized the horrid mistake It made in betting this bet with a human. It had n't had an accurate concept of the insanity driven determination love can bring to us. Knowing full well that when I made the deal I would outlive my loved ones, I knew the thought of seeing mine again recreated in a new universe would keep me going. Through an infinite amount of time it is entirely necessary that my own love would be created anew. 
 
 And so I drift nearing of the third of what human scientists would have called the big bang, merely seeing Death as a fool I made to look asinine in its attempts to show an Earthling the meanings of aspiring to a forever life. At the first and second ends I thought the Universe would swallow me in its infinite implosion, but no such misfortune has befallen me. I watch as the universe implodes, and stand on the incomprehensible nothing beside what *is*. Amusing as all other cosmic activities, I wait, watching over the years it takes for it to finally erupt into another beautiful symphony of things I still do n't even understand after uncountable Earth years. 
 
 Some Universal cycle it will come, where I get to see her again, and go. Not in a million planets did I see another like her. As I decided I would do all those eons ago, I wait through the exploding cosmos in its collapses and expansions. Hopefully seeing her time and time again. And when It gets tired of waiting, I'll be here as I always am if It wants to talk.
