LIFE Wordle 133

The sole inhabitant of the universe
felt an irresistible impulse for creation.
Before he could start, some maths were needed
to calculate distance –
precise limits or infinite capacity?
He – or was it she? – reflected mightily,
kneeling at the drawing board,
until the idea hit him
for a vast amorphous space,
governed by perpetual rhythm,
a wonder-filled place.

Fists clenched around the pencil
he started to draw, getting more excited,
whispering formulae,
inventing gravity,
the invisible control
that a physical entity emits
to hold everything together.
He/she was on the brink
of a mind-blowing design
for what turned out to be LIFE.

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