“Everything sure is great, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I can’t think of a single possible thing that could make my life better.”
“Nah; I’ve got plenty.”
“I already eat it four times a day…”
“More steak wrapped in bacon?”
“…I think you may have something there.”
“‘Let’s go to the beach,’ you said! ‘Let’s go for a walk on the sand with baby Timmy,’ you said! ‘Let’s dress like giant crabs and pretend to kidnap him and take him to a magical underwater utopia full of laughter and song,’ you said! ‘He’ll enjoy it,’ you said…”
They pulled the sun from the sky.
They harvested its energies, overcoming their world of sand and wind and forging a green and fertile new home, where pleasure reigned.
Their utopia fluorished as their sun died.
I destroyed its prison. I saved the sun and abandoned their paradise to entropy.