Oh! something happened here.

and then there was nothing.

Far out in the charted but not so fashionable middle of the plains formed by a collision some 55 million years ago of two grand landmasses on a blue-green planet orbiting a not so significant sun in the western spiral arm of the galaxy exists a member of ape descent lifeform.

Even though these ape descendant lifeforms were nearly 7 Billion in count and spread unevenly in habitable and comfortable zones across the blue gree dot and did a lot of wonderful and exciting things. This isn’t holistically about them.

This is about just one member of the species trying to make the sense of its existence, consuming information in its perceived environment and trying to make the best it could do for its fellow beings; while enjoying the passage of time which is no more than a blip in the vastness of existence.

The member for the sake of ease was given a word as its name called “Shreshth” by its parents belonging to the family name of “Arora” and “Chhabra” which meant “the best” in an ancient language called Sanskrit which assimilated their hopes and aspirations into a single word. So that whenever the being was called it remembers its purpose and calling but was he really “the best” only time would have told the answer to this question.

Some genius generation of this species on the other end of the planet built an Information System with their insane tool-building skills where they tricked abundant sand available on the planet’s crust into thinking. This attempt didn’t go largely unnoticed and a plethora of tools got built over it.

While this member tries to build tools for its fellow species on the Information System and also tries to tread waters of chaos in an entropic sea; trying to make meaning out of everything going on. This is a log of things it thought could be shared, some raw ideas, some fully baked action plans some are just plain old observations while trying to be original.

While the impending heat death of the universe wasn’t very far away and everything that occurred didn’t matter anyway. He was still hopeful and optimistic while the small light of consciousness flickered on the dot.

Grateful for its existence while knowing it was very small compared to its species lifetime.

This is just a small attempt to tell its story while increasing entropy minutely.