Wouldn’t it be simpler if the Universe didn’t exist?
All things being equal, the existence of the Cosmos adds way more complexity to a zero-state system. Before the Big Bang, the Nothing had no reason to complicate matters and spawn a sticky, messy, chaotic New-Thing. Why bother? Why add the burden of all that extra stuff when no stuff could have continued much more easily? Ugh. Now all this stuff is here and it’s all jumbled up, trying to spread out, trying to self-organize, trying to make sense of a thing that makes no sense.
Monkey gets sick and dies. But, he’s not dead, only comatose. Still, they bury him.
Coyote digs him up and Monkey goes for a ride on the back of Coyote.
Coyote gets hit by a car and Monkey hangs around talking to Vulture.
But Eagle hates Vulture and when he sees him, swoops down screaming. Monkey has never heard of Eagle and sees a chance to take another ride. Whoosh, off they go.
Eagle flies so high that Monkey can no longer see the Earth. Thinking this must be Heaven he lets go and lands on Cloud. Cloud likes visitors and Monkey and she begin a game of Pareidolia.
That’s a Volcano, says Monkey. No, it’s a Gaia zit, says Cloud.
Gross, says Monkey and tires of the game. Fuck you, says Cloud and promptly drops Monkey into the swamp where Gator has been waiting for lunch.
Hi, says Monkey. Gulp, says Gator.