BEGINNING
There was nothing. But this was not nothingness. There was no soil, no ground, no earth, no sky. There was no sound, no idea, no time. This was not absence, because even absence is a definition. Here, there was no definition. Only an undivided emptiness existed. Layered, yet unrecognized. There was no being, but possibility had not collapsed. There was no observer. No awareness. No consciousness. Therefore, there were no questions. A long time passed — though there was no “long,” no time to measure it. There was only remaining. This state of remaining began to fill. As it filled, it tightened. As it tightened, it became pressure. And pressure, inevitably, produces something. What emerged was not matter. It was not thought. It was not consciousnes...