Space.

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There's too much.
It's too much.
It's infinite.
There's no end.
It just goes on and on, making scientist's heads spin and topple over with curiosity.
What a wonderful picture.
An artist keeps adding and erasing objects on the painting.
The artist is life and death itself.
They will never stop their work.
Until their existence perishes away like sand being blown away by the wind.

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