Wednesday, December 8
Part I
In the beginning was the void, they like to say, and the void was all there was, and is, and ever will be. And then a spark gets into the gunpowder, or a trigger is pulled, or a string released, or a first step on thousand mile journey is stepped, or a ganglion fires sending an impulse down the nervous system or it or she or he who is nameless and has no name and no existence buy much influence over many flips the toggle, and there's like this massive thermo-meta-explosion, and everything that ever was is no more, and that which was not now is, and everything expands at a rate and speed and distance that even your advanced meat computer thinking brain can not comprehend, and the void that was and is is now filled with the perception of what was and will be, and a million billion trillion weeks go by, plus a few days, and this space stuff coagulates like a scab on an elbow or knee following a skateboard accident and there are masses of starstuff, explosion excretion, spaceboogers spinning and spinning into the widening gyre, the center cannot hold, mere anarchy is loosed upon the streets, sometimes the light's all shining on me and following the well-established rules of gravity and space-time and other Newtonian and Einsteinian rules, plus some that resolutely remain undiscovered as of yet, these masses of space stuff orbit into solid masses for a million billion weeks, and then clouds form and a lightning bolt -- thunder bolts and lightning, very very frightening! -- happens to accidentally (or is it on purpose!) hit a pond of scummy organic carbon-based compounds at just the right time of night, or dawn, metaphorically, in the right conditions, with the right temperature and humidity and so on, and two become one, mixed just right, completely, totally accidentally...
