One Word

It all started with one word. One utterance, one breath.

Calamity came forth. Chaotic and burning, it arose and grew.

Spinning and swirling within the void of nothingness, all things converged and coalesced into form. Torturing itself, rebuilding, re-emerging over and over growing stronger with every new moment. I saw it as it first began …that first spark.

You see, the void was the perfect nothing. It had no shape, no form, no anything. All that laid there was vast darkness. A deep depressing lonesomeness that pervaded through itself wishing to be more than it could be. It didn’t know why it was there, yet it was. The Void was only the base for The Fold. It was created first long ago. It was one of many. A membrane of never ending blank space. A dark canvas upon which a great and inspiring artist could weave a multiverse within.

The Artist had spent countless eons deciding the elements with which to use. As such, The Void remained untouched until that one day. The one moment when many things would begin to unfold, to change, to encompass the whole of the Void and become something only the Artist could truly comprehend. He thought upon it ever so carefully trying to be certain it would be able to sustain itself in meaning beyond what even He had foreseen for it.

Then, with great care, He reached into Himself withdrawing the tiniest seed from his being—a seed of light. A thought of determination removes the Veil that separated His presence from The Void. His inspiration has culminated in this one moment. His hand moves across The Void gently setting adrift the little spark that pulsated within His hand.

He knew that this one little dot would always be a part of Him, but He wished to see how it would become. How it would be seen by those who would emerge? Would they be curious? He felt they would. They might even consider looking for Him one day. He would welcome them. He would watch over them always until that time.

He withdrew His hand from The Void, leaving only the one spark of gleaming, pulsating energy. He stood back. I watched in amazement at His great masterpiece. It seemed perfect just as it was a shining speck of His essence floating upon the nothingness.  Then, He spoke.

It all started with one word. One utterance, one breath. Calamity came forth. Chaotic and burning, it arose and grew. And since that day, I’ve never seen anything quite as beautiful.