The Soul Nebula, one of many. I can see my soul looking something like this when it leaves this bag of bones it is currently in.
In fact, center right and a little low a face appears. I wonder if that is the face of the owner of this soul.
Clicking the picture and reading the description, you will find that this particular soul has been charged with creating stars and no doubt other universe enigmas like planets, asteroids, comets, etc.
Our work is never done and why would we want it to be. Lay around and stare into space for eternity? Not for me, I want to keep creating or start creating as the case may be.
All this activity put into motion by intelligent design that enjoys and marvels in what creations come to be just as we marvel. It's perfect if you think about it. It's a perpetual motion machine with endless forms and if you believe in the idea that all timelines exist in infinite universes, then there is no end. There is no beginning, there is only a constant cycle of creation and expiration.