Mystery met Creation and they fell in love.
Nothing was all there was and all they needed with no where to go.
They spent an eternity getting to know the other.
Mystery was enamored with Creation’s passion despite the existence of Nothing, Creation always seemed to find a way out of no way and made eternity an adventure.
Creation couldn’t get enough of Mystery’s soft curves; Creation felt them in the darkness and never once did it succeed in knowing where they ended.
Their union birthed Life, which grew to embody the best of both. Drawing from Nothing, Life manifested Being and found the void a consummate kiln. Using what Creation had taught it in infancy, Life crafted Energy and molded it into Matter of all conceivable and inconceivable forms.
Matter, infused with Mystery from the touch of Creation, was kaleidoscopic in its joyful dance and utterly narcissistic in its attraction towards itself.
Generations of converging matter, all carrying both Mystery and Creation, both the Life and the Nothing-ness of their ancestry, blossomed into Time.
Matter became too dense to dance and changing paths from choreography to design began to manifest bodies to move in ever more intricate patterns.
Dimensions expanded and embraced their great-grandmother Nothing, transforming into containers for Consciousness.
Universes sprouted from Dimensions; Galaxies and Planets too, all knowing move, move, move and twirl, twirl, twirl to shine brilliantly reflecting the intelligence of their design.
Imitation being the most sincere form of flattery, these bodies beget more Beings and related them one to all the others so they might be infinitely held.
Nothing never left and stayed beside them, ensuring there would be space for all their explorations.
This is just a story;
a series of impulses traversing the grey area inside a cranium where there are no answers, only paradoxes, paradigms, and riddles;
a cognitive fabric to filter light into the qi-hole of the third eye and unlock the lineage of Life.
Remember your Mystery.
I cannot tell you what you will discover when you do;
it would mean I knew,
and if I knew I’d have no story to tell you.