In the Beginning by Lee Stoddart

Nothing.

Nothing to see. Nothing to feel. Nothing to smell. Nothing to hear. No sense of orientation.

Nothing.

Not just the lack of anything tangible, but the absence of even the concepts to describe the lack of senses beyond the externality of… what?

Me.

With this, My first thought, I create Myself.

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This new thing that is Me cannot envisage anything that preceded the moment I came into existence, and I have no premonition of anything that may proceed.  There is only this forever transitory moment, this mote that is Me, in the now.

This will not do. It is overwhelming. There has to be something more.

With My second thought, Time radiates out from Me.

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Aeons pass.

Memory stretches out behind Me, each moment a shadow of its own transition, nothing extant within it to differentiate one moment from the next.

Incessantly, I move towards the future. As empty as the past, I perceive it holds no hope of respite from the ennui of My present.

And, even though I move forward through time, I continue to remain bound unconditionally to My now. Each moment, at the cusp of becoming the future, slips into the present and then, seamlessly and instantly, falls into the past, as I continue to experience nothing.

The passage of time is rendered utterly meaningless by its barrenness.

This is not enough.

My existence lacks structure, lacks substance, lacks fulfilment.

Everything that can be, shall be, shall emanate from Me. I shall be the Mother of all.

With My third thought I create space, so that I might have somewhere to be.

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At first, as I drift through infinite vacuum and empty eternity, I revel in this new construction; but, My existence in this featureless lacuna soon becomes pallid, unbearable. The infinite void I have created lies around Me in every dimension. Nothing changes, because there is nothing to change.

I need more.

With My fourth thought, I create the the Firmament, planets, Moons and Suns, so I might gaze upon them and mark the passage of time by their movement.

Let there be light.

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And the light shines on the spheres that dance around and through me.

I wonder at their magnificence, until tantalising glimpses of another reality, provoked by their attendance upon me, create a yearning chasm within Me—a distant, phantasmal memory from some prior existence teeters on the edge of My awareness.

I need to fill this emptiness within Me.

With My fifth thought, I create an Earth and with My sixth I fill it with anything that amuses Me. Water and plants, insects and animals. People.

Life.

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And, in time, it pleases Me totake the form of one of those people and go down onto the Earth to be with them. To experience the verisimilitude of the living.

And with My seventh thought, I think: this is pretty good. I reckon I might stay here for a bit, for I am become their God, and I deserve a bit of a rest from all that creating.

And then some bastard hits Me over the head with a rock, and…

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Nothing.

Lee Stoddart

ImageL Pixabay.com – a developing earth with stars around and one bright light.