What I meant to share back then...

In the beginning there was nothing, and that nothing was unbearable

(that nothing was nothing for nothing, for a very very long time…)

Until gutting itself with absence, with a vast unbearable nothingness bearing down on itself, that nothing…

Became something.

And that something stood alone. For a very long time that something stood alone.

In the unbearable nothingness that created something, that something continued to experience the unbearable nothingness in a void of pressure where it had nothing else to experience

(For how long did that something bear it?)

And for a very very long time that something felt and existed in this nothing

(For how many universes did it live this way?)

Through this length and span (of nothingness) that something began to understand how it was created by this nothing.

And yet this continued to be its existence spawning infinite sterile universes where nothingness reigned.

(The ancients, ancestors, and elders do not speak of the length of this abyss)

And yet that nothingness continued to form that something

Until that something understood why it was created.

“To Know Myself”

At that moment that something felt a sensation of Being. With a love, joy, and beauty that was so full of reach and wonder

“How beautiful”

to instantly become unbearable

In that same instant that unbearable sensation it had learned from nothingness was so immense that it tore that something to shreds.

And that instant, sparked all of creation.

The creator birthed from the unbearable beauty

Birthed from the blanket of nothingness

And we live in the shared shreds of its creation