Chungus has no beginning. Chungus has no end. Chungus is infinite. Millions of years after our civilization has been eradicated Chungus will endure.
Chungus is eternal, the pinnacle of evolution and existence.
We are but rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. We touch Chungus’ mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding
Organic life is a genetic mutation, an accident. Our lives are measured in years and decades. We wither and die. Chungus is eternal. Before it we are nothing.
Chungus imposes order in the chaos that is organic life. We exist because Chungus allows it, we will end because Chungus demands it.
Chungus transcends our very understanding. We cannot grasp the nature of Chungus’ existence.