Pull up a driftwood log and have a seat. There's something you need to know. Almost nothing in this world is permanent; whether it's a campfire, or an ocean wave, or a distant island eroding away, entropy will have its day eventually. Things that exist in our reality are subject to strict thermodynamic house rules. You and I can't change that, but we can do one thing to push back against it: Create. Make new things of beauty, illuminating this place with a spark that only you can ignite.