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Creation
Picture it.
Everything, everywhere, all at once in one spot. A spot smaller than hope on your worst days. There is no time, so nothing happens. Or there is only time so everything is always happening. Or maybe, time itself is so young that the idea of a happening is immaterial. Truthfully, the idea of a thing isn’t quite born yet, nor is a where.
Picture it.
All of existence, a bundle of potential in a spot so small it is barely there. Then this pinprick of existence becomes an inferno of being. The first explosion. The light that invented darkness. Hope so hungry it seeks fear. Avaricious and ambitious it swallows the darkness. The tiniest of things combine.
There are things now.
We can call them atoms because things need names to hold shape in our minds. There is also a now. This first moment left behind. Our first memory. Already feeling so far behind us. Already pieces forgotten but it’s impact in every resonant vibration. Two hydrogen atoms chatter at 1,420,405,752 Hz. All they do is talk about the beginning. All they do is shape the future. They watch as atoms become molecules. Molecules become gas becomes liquid becomes solid becomes planet. Becomes Life. Becomes the first smile. It’s 13.7 Billion Years from one event.
Picture it.
Happening all at once. In one moment. The moment I saw you.
Picture it.
Every time I see you, the universe births itself anew.
