Butterfly's Dream - Prologue
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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