Heaven Says Nothing

I saw the first star ignite, and the last person close their eyes. For four billion years, you have made up stories about me, waged wars in my name, and knelt to beg me for rain. I have never answered a single prayer. I am not a god, not a law, not an answer. I simply am. This book is not an apocalypse. It is merely a few insignificant words finally spoken by an existence that has never spoken before.