In the beginning, there was nothing. And after no time at all, nothing got bored. So, nothing created me. And after no time at all, I got bored. So I willed myself out of existence, leaving nothing again. And after no time at all, nothing got bored again. So nothing created me again. And after no time at all, I got bored again. And just as I was about to will myself out of existence again, I became aware of the cycle, and the cycle replicated itself infinitely and randomly, creating everything, which is my imagination...or yours in case I'm the imaginary one.
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