Listen;
in the beginning, the universe wasn’t made of atoms,
it was made of attention.
Every star lit because something cared enough
to ignite it.
Every planet spun because something whispered,
move.

Creation is participation.
Existence is engagement.
The cosmos is a choir
and apathy is the one voice
that refuses to sing.

Apathy is not silence.
It’s a gravitational collapse.
It’s a star folding in on itself
because it can’t be bothered
to shine.

You think doing nothing is neutral?
Tell that to the constellations
that vanished when no one bothered
to look up.
Tell that to the galaxies
that drifted apart
because no one held the map.

Apathy is the dark matter
that swallows whole futures.
It’s the black hole
that forms when a heart
decides the universe
is someone else’s problem.

And here’s the cosmic joke:
entropy doesn’t win
because it’s strong.
It wins because too many beings
decide they’re too small
to matter.

But you…
you are a spark in a vast dark,
a filament of will
in a universe that only survives
because something, somewhere,
chooses to care.

So burn.
Burn even when it’s easier
to cool.
Burn even when the void
whispers lullabies of indifference.
Burn because apathy
is the only sin the cosmos
never forgives;
the sin of letting the universe
dim
when you were born
to be a flare