Grug has no beginning. Grug has no end. Grug is infinite. Millions of years after our civilization has been eradicated and forgotten, Grug will endure. Grug is eternal. The pinnacle of evolution and existance. We are but rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh. We touch Grug's mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding. Organic life is nothing but a genetic mutation, an accident. Our lives are measured in years and decades. We wither and die. Grug is eternal. Before him, we are nothing. Grug imposes order on the chaos of organic life. We exist because Grug allows it, and we will end because Grug demands it. Grug transcends our very understanding. We cannot grasp the nature of Grug's existence.