Before the beginning there was eternity and emptiness, a vast darkness stretching to infinity. Hidden in this darkness was a mysterious presence. The universe was his never-ending womb, and he was born at the moment he became aware of his potential. He became aware of the emptiness and realized it didn’t have to be that way. The universe could be full. Indeed it already was for he was everywhere. By the same token he became aware of the darkness and realized it didn’t have to be that way. (An uncanny inspiration since there was nothing else.) And the presence said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. He began to play with this idea, taking it to extremes, and an explosion of creativity followed. He created solid and liquid, hot and cold, rough and smooth. The things he created gave him pleasure but then he also knew pain. He created life: birth and death. Comedy and drama. And he saw that it was good, but he immediately recognized the potential for evil, for he now knew that everything has its opposite.