When enthalpy stops rising, And all is cold as cold, There are no new horisons, For an old soul to behold. A sea of dying photons wash, Past ancient old black holes, Evaporating slowly over, Time that no-one knows. Should we have a creator, Would ask one thing of He, To bless us one more precious time, With the singularity. Ultra - 31/12/2011 But. I have a question. Can Gravity be either created or destroyed? Happy new year. May the girls be horny and the guys be lusty, amen.
