The pain began before all this. Before they were born. Before the word for pain was conceived. It sat in a heart that knew everything. And in its loneliness it comprehended utter nothingness. In this moment darkness it shed a light upon itself and knew: that any pain was better lived than this pang of eternal nothing.

So out of the dark the light began to shine. The dark doesn’t see why it has to give way. The light grew and darkness receded. All creation was born...