Congratulations Warp in Time and Space!

Ringing around your edges, we see you, today, annihilating everything to come and everything that was while simultaneously creating an infinity of possibilities in their place, one of which, inevitably, results in your non-existence and the sustained survival of the abysmal shitfactory we call our reality.  It is nearly imperceptible, because our very capacity for speech is reliant on this reality becoming some sort of truth for someone, but your existence, furtive and beyond our comprehension as it may be, is encouraging.  Not because it would be cool to see the entire world vanish into a blinking mass beyond nothingness (though it would be).  Not because we long for a kind of release from the confines of time that would permit us to, in some tiny, measured way shirk the limits of our mortal forms and existence (though we do).  No, it is because, even in your furtive state outside of our comprehension, your very existence demonstrates a kind of endless possibility in the world.  And while your achievement of any of these possibilities, beyond the apparently pabulum one that you've currently apparently selected, would undo each and every one of us, speakers and listeners both, the presence of those possibilities is somehow encouraging, because even in their invisibility they promise infinity.  Of a sort, at least.

Congratulations Warp in Time and Space!