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To properly tell this story, one must start even further than the beginning, back and back and back and back…
To the Realm of Possibility.
It is a place where nothing isn't until it is , and then it is but also isn't. There, there are no words or thought or touch, what exists is born only out of itself while simultaneously being unmade, a realm completely beyond our comprehension. Anything that is Possible exists and doesn't exist there—and anything is possible.
From that realm came the Greatest of Possibilities: Space. A boundless and continuous expanse, without beginning, end, or middle.
Once it was, it remained.
Soon after, Space formed within itself three Dimensions: Forward and Backwards, Up and Down, and Side to Side. Not as separate Concepts, for each exists only as a facet of each other, and none can exist alone. Within these Dimensions, the Concept split further, creating the fractals of Body, Mind, and Spirit.
Body came first. Providing physical forms, the Elements began to take shape. They moved about freely, crashing into one another to create many more new and exciting things like Light and Sound and Color.
Mind came next, creating Logic and Reason, defining the laws and rules and properties all of Space would follow.
The youngest of these fractals was Spirit, which soon gave way to Consciousness. Now self-aware, Space became Universe, and the Universe had become sentient.
A new energy thrummed through Universe, pulsing in waves ebbing and flowing throughout it, the new vibrations beating it in a steady rhythm, and Universe stretched out its awareness as far and wide as it could.
It existed as the same, an ever expanding Space, but now able to understand itself and its nature, to want and desire, and to perceive. And so it did, because the Universe learned it housed a fourth Dimension, much different from the others, just as vast and infinite as Space.
Time.
Now, Time had also been there from the very beginning, but Space couldn't interact with Time and Time could not influence any part of Space until it could be seen and felt.
Once discovered, Universe fully embraced Time as a Concept, and in doing so transformed into Creation. Unrestrained Joy exploded throughout the Universe, taking every element and flinging it in all directions, in all different configurations and combinations. This pure energy was further refined with Logic and Reason to form Galaxies and Quasars, dark matter and radiation, and the Stars, Planets, Asteroids and Comets and Dust.
And Creation felt something new, an idea. Understanding all they (for they were a they now, no longer an it) were and knew and felt, their Joy tempered into a deep satisfaction and pleasure, giving them a sense of Pride at what they had wrought.
So they continued their dance, for millennia into eons into Ages, until Creation again stumbled onto something .
Not that anything could be considered an accident, for to call it an accident would imply there had been a goal or purpose in the first place, for which Creation did not have. But, it was unexpected, this emotion. And so hard to define.
It felt unpleasant, a first for Creation.
They tried to ignore the feeling by distracting themselves, and focus on creating. But they could not forget, and the feeling grew until Creation could feel nothing else.
They wished to share these experiences with another conscious, to meet and be met, and express the Joy they felt and what they had made, and partake of Joy in another’s work.
Loneliness , they named it.
Their Loneliness beget even more sensations and ideas.
First came Anger. This stemmed further into an innate sense of justice, of rightness, fairness, and with these Creation developed the sense of Morality.
Defining Morality caused a great deal of introspection, and Creation became aware of many lines or tendrils that still linked Creation to Possibility, the Realm outside of Space and Time. At the terminus of each Creation placed deep wells from which Creation could draw upon a controlled amount of Possibility, which manifested as Power. They called these wells Fonts.
With Power now at their command, Creation could become Destruction at will. And Destruction rampaged across the Universe, taking out its Anger indiscriminately.
Where Creation joined elements together, Destruction ripped them apart, breaking bonds and reducing forms to their base elements. And in their rage, Destruction caused themselves a great deal of Pain by tearing through Space itself, creating a hole that could look directly into the Realm outside.
The rip drew everything in, claiming anything at all: Planets, Stars, even Light—instinctively, Creation recoiled from this, experiencing Fear and Remorse. They understood even they wouldn't be able to escape should they fall in. So they left it alone, with the Hope the rip would heal itself and not grow bigger. Having learnt to keep their Anger in check, they went on refining the process of Destroying what they Created just to Create and Destroy again and again and again. It did bring them Joy, to be sure, but Joy also laced with Sorrow, for endings still needed to be grieved, even when they brought about something new.
It did nothing, however, to lessen their Loneliness.
The Universe tried to separate from Time, but found it could not, no more than it could separate itself from Forwards and Backwards, Side to Side, or Up and Down, lest everything would fade away back to Possibility once more. And with this series of revelations Creation named a new Concept: Self-Preservation.
They liked existing.
This gave them Ambition, and Purpose. Creation sought to change, to become more than what they are. So, Creation thought back to what they knew about the Realm of Possibility once more, and wondered what could and could not be, asking the question over and over: how could they ease their Loneliness? In doing so, they understood Imagination, and with it, discovered Inspiration.
Instead of existing alone, why not infuse their Consciousness into all their Creations? Nothing they destroyed was ever lost, they argued, merely changed, reused and made new. Why not remake themself into…many?
This way, the Universe could always remain linked with Time, having innumerable and unique experiences together with infinite versions of themself, vastly different and new sensations and feelings simultaneously, forever.
The Possibilities were endless.
Reveling in the idea, Creation made the last Font of Power, a central Hub, from which all the smaller Fonts connected in a closed network. This circulatory system fed Power throughout the Universe, to sustain the cycles of Creation and Destruction they put in place. The Universe would continue making and remaking itself with Time, governed with the Laws made by Logic and Reason.
Satisfied with their work (still incomplete, never finished), Creation felt Joy once more—no, they realized this feeling was greater than Joy, older than any emotion they had had thus far. This had been felt, had been with them since the beginning, yet undefined; it had been the spark that had set everything in motion.
They named it Love.
Creation let go of their awareness, allowing their Consciousness to flow through them and into their creations, all across the Universe. They released all they had learned about Logic and Reason, Mind, Body and Spirit: everything that made them a them . They sent all their Emotions and Concepts, and passed on the Desire to Create, to Destroy, to Change, to Know .
They sent out their Love for all the Possibilities they could become.
The entity that called itself Creation ceased to be but from their Death sprung their greatest work of all.
Life.