"Humans..."
Fu Qingjun suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable fear and uncertainty within.
The long history of the cosmos is essentially the history of countless beings seeking "life." In this universe of dead matter, they frantically race and compete, yearning to reach the finish line, to become number one, to genuinely live, to ascend to the eighth level of the universe, and attain true freedom!
And how similar this is to the process of human birth?
Humans too compete among countless sperm, with only one typically able to truly live, to occupy the dead matter placenta after growth, to be truly born, to live in this world as a real infant, truly alive...
Standing on the newborn universe, Fu Qingjun gazed afar into the void of countless chaotic outer realms, "Am I now just starting to become a truly living infant?"
"Do we humans begin life within the body of some creature?"
"Are stars the cells of this creature, and the sun its cell nucleus?"
