The Theory Of Existance
THE THEORY OF EXISTENCE
by Jennifer M. Owens
We started as air—
no body, no bone,
just drifting energy
floating through space,
weightless, timeless,
held only by gravity’s whisper
and the static hum of creation.
Then fire struck—
a spark, a collision,
energy hitting energy
until the universe lit up.
The Big Bang roared,
and nothing became something,
darkness cracked open
and life took its first breath.
Water followed.
A flood of emotion,
a cleansing wave
like Noah’s ancient warning.
It softened what was hard,
taught us to feel,
to flow,
to carry both pain and healing
in the same current.
Earth arrived next—
solid, grounding,
giving us weight,
form,
blood,
bones.
We dropped into gravity,
built homes, cities, stories,
and called it living.
We rooted ourselves
in the physical world
and named it reality.
But fire returns.
Not to create—
to transform.
To burn away what’s broken,
to clear the path,
to end what cannot continue.
It is passion, destruction,
rebirth wrapped in flame,
the heat that forces change
whether we’re ready or not.
And then we rise again.
Back to air.
Back to energy.
Back to the place
where weight dissolves
and spirit remembers itself.
We return to the stars,
to God as we understand Him,
to the silence before creation,
to the breath before the spark.
We are the cycle.
Water, Earth, Fire, Air—
again and again,
a cosmic loop
older than memory,
bigger than time.
We come through it,
we live it,
we leave it,
and maybe—
we come back.
by Jennifer M. Owens
We started as air—
no body, no bone,
just drifting energy
floating through space,
weightless, timeless,
held only by gravity’s whisper
and the static hum of creation.
Then fire struck—
a spark, a collision,
energy hitting energy
until the universe lit up.
The Big Bang roared,
and nothing became something,
darkness cracked open
and life took its first breath.
Water followed.
A flood of emotion,
a cleansing wave
like Noah’s ancient warning.
It softened what was hard,
taught us to feel,
to flow,
to carry both pain and healing
in the same current.
Earth arrived next—
solid, grounding,
giving us weight,
form,
blood,
bones.
We dropped into gravity,
built homes, cities, stories,
and called it living.
We rooted ourselves
in the physical world
and named it reality.
But fire returns.
Not to create—
to transform.
To burn away what’s broken,
to clear the path,
to end what cannot continue.
It is passion, destruction,
rebirth wrapped in flame,
the heat that forces change
whether we’re ready or not.
And then we rise again.
Back to air.
Back to energy.
Back to the place
where weight dissolves
and spirit remembers itself.
We return to the stars,
to God as we understand Him,
to the silence before creation,
to the breath before the spark.
We are the cycle.
Water, Earth, Fire, Air—
again and again,
a cosmic loop
older than memory,
bigger than time.
We come through it,
we live it,
we leave it,
and maybe—
we come back.
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