Star Dusted Gut

Most days you ooze cockiness from your chest but I've a feeling that during dark times you pray to that somebody or something... that same something or somebody that created the universe,.. Which is expanding at the speed of light. The same speed that our souls travel when shot out of this life and into the next. This belief didn't come from tea leaves or tarot cards. It came from my star dusted gut. We will all meet the universe maker, someday. In the nearest future at the entrance to an ancient star gate.