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 from the whom of knowing into a world of darkness. Each part of knowing brought light to world. Each part banished the darkness for a time. Ignorant of the origin each thought that they too were alone. But the light in them lept at each sight of every part.

Whatever lark opened. It was it’s own reason. But it never saw where its end purpose was. It only began and was. And that was good enough.

Good was never a question. Evil was not a reason to do or not. There began need. And that begat hierarchy. Hierarchy begat predation. Predation begat defense. Defense begat culture. Culture begat art. Art opened a window for us to observe a good in image. But it never gave us a place to again be it.

© Jesse Selin