“For now, I am the candle and the match”
I’m more ancient than you.
Someday I will engulf the solar system.
What was and what will be is meaningless.
Meanwhile, you should wonder:
Are you just a two-headed pile of meat on a crash course with the cosmic dump?
Or do you contain the soul memory of a million dead stars?
How do you light a candle without a match?
tbh I’ll probably end up moving out of the states before it’s all over.