Of No Consequence

The Rock of Ages. Unweathered in the great terrible storm of time. Utterly eternal, without either beginning nor end. Beyond the reach of change and beyond mortal power. Only to exist without threat of compromise that existence.

In the unknowable stretches of infinity, there can be nothing but absolutes. Something either always is, or it never was.

Mortal can no more kill the immortal than all the oceans of the earth, though great, extinguish the fires of a supernova.