In the Beginning Was The Word
And before the word, there was nothing. Not even “nothing” because there was no word to describe it. The word was the beginning. Then, the word came along and said, “Let there be light,” and the word created light, conjured it up into our consciousness, making it visible and knowable. The word separated light from darkness by the simple act of naming it.
But along with light, came darkness, for light was unknowable without its counterpart. The word could only separate light from something if there was something to separate light from. That something was darkness.
And as soon as we knew of darkness and light and words, we fell from Eden, our hands red with the blood of innocence, which lay murdered by our words. The unrestorable bliss of not knowing was removed, and we were cursed with awareness.
In innocence’s void, we saw darkness, made knowable by the word, made visible by the light of knowledge. And we saw that light was good and, therefore, darkness was evil, for good can only exist if evil does. Light can only be known if darkness is.
There can’t be light without darkness, good without evil, knowledge without ignorance, all without nothing, life without death, freedom without imprisonment. And in knowledge we are imprisoned, caged in a world of words. And in knowledge we are freed, by the power of those same words.
And we saw it was good. And we saw it was evil. And we saw it was visible, and we knew it was knowable. And we knew we were different for being able to know. And we were cursed into knowing that we’d lost the bliss of ignorance.
