The universe runs on rules, basic rules being fronts for far more complicated ones which themselves are several "with the exception of"'s away from being anywhere close to the real deal.
So.
Where'd the rules come from? Who or what caused everything to work that particular way? For that matter, how exactly was it done?
There are things out there, beyond the faintest of stars and outside the very limits of light. There are essences so vast that they devour suns to sate a desire akin to hunger...in the same way a grain of sand is akin to a beach, there are creatures living on worlds beyond our ken which fit perfectly to the descriptions of vampires and werewolves in all but their origin, there are oceans composed of elements we havn't even thought of supporting sentient life unlike anything we could concieve.
Somewhere out there a ravaging horde moves from rock to rock, tearing loose the various compounds they use as sustanense, ignorant of the gigantic meteor about to eradicate their race.
There are weapons that would split the sun into seven whirlwinds of fire and send them spinning into the void, there are silica-based lifeforms of a haunting crystalline beauty - parasitised by beings of pure light and energy.
Somewhere out there a world is dying, elsewhere a new one is being born.
The universe is vast to the point where the word has no true meaning, endless might be a better term, were it not for the fact that it does indeed have an end.
But when reality has what is essentially infinity minus one to play around in, then regardless of the chances, somewhere it will happen. If you thought that all I just said was a poor excuse for a story, then you are wrong. Out there it is happening, the end and the beginning, eternal war and endless peace, sights to incite terror beyond imagination...and sounds to cause ecstasy beyond compare. Danger and wonder in equal measure are tearing galaxies apart even as we speak...
And the human race is missing out on all the fun.
So ask your questions, raise your denials, call me insane and ignore my call. In this alone I know that I am right, and forevermore I shall taste that sweet nectar of boundless joy.
Failing that, I'm batshit bonkers.
Then again...
So are you.
What's your reason?
Mataspore