The Egg
I sit crisscross on the floor, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around my shoulders like a wizard’s robe. The room feels still, like the whole Universe is holding its breath, waiting with me. The glow of the screen lights up the walls, making shadows dance like they’re alive. My heart beats a little faster because I just know this is going to be one of those stories—the kind that sticks to your soul.
It begins with a man, and right away, I feel my chest tighten. He’s just… died. That’s how it starts. He’s standing in this big, endless space, and there’s someone with him. Or something. It’s hard to tell what it is, but it feels powerful, like the sky on a stormy day. The man looks nervous, like maybe he doesn’t know if this is going to be good or bad.
The voice speaks, deep and calm, like the rumble of thunder far away. It says he’s not just him. He’s everyone. I blink, tilting my head. Everyone? How can that be? I pull my blanket tighter around me, feeling a tiny shiver—not from being scared, but from the bigness of it all.
The man doesn’t believe it at first. I don’t blame him. How can one person be everyone who’s ever lived? It sounds like something from a dream, but the voice keeps explaining, and slowly, it starts to make sense in a way that’s bigger than words. It’s like the Universe is whispering its secrets to me.
Every person the man has been flashes through my mind like sparks from a campfire. A mother holding her baby. A soldier in battle. A child blowing dandelions into the wind. A thief sneaking through the shadows. He’s all of them, and they’re all him. My chest feels warm and tingly, like I just drank hot cocoa too fast.
The voice says, “The whole Universe is an Egg. And you… are hatching.” My breath catches. I can almost hear the crackle of a shell breaking open, see golden light spilling out like sunlight after a storm. My fingers curl into the edge of my blanket as I lean forward, my nose nearly touching the screen.
The man listens as the voice explains that life isn’t about being separate. It’s about being one—one story, one breath, one giant, shimmering web of everything that ever was or will be. I can feel it, like the air around me is humming with magic.
I think about all the people I know, the ones I love and the ones who make me mad. If the story is true, they’re all me. Even the ones I don’t like. I wrinkle my nose at the thought but can’t stop smiling at the idea that maybe we’re all just playing different parts in the same grand play.
When the story ends, the screen goes dark, but I stay frozen in place, my mind buzzing like fireflies. The room feels different, fuller, like I’m not just sitting there alone anymore. I close my eyes, and it’s like I can see the whole Universe swirling inside me, glowing and infinite.
The story isn’t just about the man. It’s about me. About all of us. I feel small, like a tiny star in the sky, but also big, like the whole sky itself. I take a deep breath and let the feeling wrap around me like my blanket—warm and endless.
About The Egg Story and Video
This is how I experienced The Egg, a story that feels like pure magic. Written by Andy Weir, it’s about the whole Universe being one, and how we’re all connected in ways that are more beautiful than words can say. It didn’t just show me the story of a man—it helped me see my own life as an Egg too. Every person I meet, every experience I have, they’re all part of the same whole, and together we’re hatching into something bigger.
When I think about the people in my life—the ones I love, the ones who challenge me, even the ones I don’t understand—I can see the thread that ties us all together. We’re not separate. We’re just different pieces of the same infinite puzzle, growing and learning together.
If you want to feel the same magic and wonder, you can watch the video below. It’s like stepping into a dream where the Universe whispers to you, showing how deeply we’re all connected.