It's such a fun way to think that, like maybe god, as we the create, the thing that created the universe is actually what we make by the and we'll have enough time by the time the big crunch bo is called. I find that sort of comforting. But i also think, who are we even from aa materialist standpoint? We are this, you know? Ht yo, mean, we're made of this, right? Like we belong here. And and there's something dignified about that, absolutely. So, dead over we think death is the end? Sadly, yes. "i hope i'm wrong"