Nothingness said to Somethingness: “There is no universe right now,
no space no time, nothing to separate the whole from its parts or to
distinguish between inside and outside. Even you don’t exist, except in
my imagination. So, let’s change this state of things and build a
beginning from where to spin a new story.”
Somethingness replied: “As soon as this thought came to your mind,
you became me, and now it’s you who doesn’t exist anymore. No problem, I
shall do what you have asked for, what I had asked for.”
Hence, non-action became action and non-being became being. From being, a beginning was born.
♣
In the beginning was the sound, and the sound was without form, and
the sound was reigning supreme over the endless water. The sound became
stronger, generated vibrations, and expanded until it reached the
water’s surface. Its touch changed the water, bringing into existence
tiny ripples of resonance that spread in all directions. Soon, the
ripples multiplied, grew, and evolved. They became permanent, stable
shapes. With them arrived new concepts, such as structure, complexity,
and thought.
In the beginning, space was the only thing alive. Unbounded,
undefined, unmeasurable. Space stretched, bent, and twisted until it
closed onto itself. It rendered discontinuities that brought matter into
existence as mass and energy, its two complementary sides. Then, from
the random vibrations of the matter manifested as energy, the sound came
into being.
In the beginning there was no beginning because there was no time and
space. From it, from the singularity that did not exist and cannot be
described, time and space appeared. Then, from time and space,
everything else came forth. Everything is one, and one is everything.
In the beginning that did not exist, beyond anything the thought can
conceive, beyond any beyond, in that beginning with no beginning, He
was. Hence, everything started from Him and with Him. Yet “He” is only a
name but not the real “Him”. The finger that points to the Moon is not
the Moon. It’s just a finger.
And so, the flow of a story commences, entangled between pasts and
futures, twisted by ripples of reality and illusion, washed by the
incessantly changing waves of space and time. This flow starts shyly,
more like a whisper, like a tiny mountain stream hidden under deep
layers of ice and snow. However, it soon begins to grow, becoming a wide
river with deep waters that pour unstoppably into the sea after a long
and precipitous journey.
The sea itself is full of life and in continuous transformation. Its
restless waters are periodically pulled towards the sky by the heat from
the Sun’s rays, becoming clouds and returning, as rain, to the source.
When this happens, the cycle is complete. The story folds over itself,
returning to the origin.
In the beginning was the end…
Text & Photo, copyright Marian C. Ghilea (2019), all rights reserved
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