There was an emptiness, once. It was an emptiness no man can begin to contemplate. After all, how can someone who has never seen nothing know what it looks like? How can he know what it feels like? Sounds like?

There was an emptiness, once, until a silent flash of light created everything. Did anyone miss the emptiness? Was there something there, something that didn't exist (because how could it, in emptiness?), but still knew that the emptiness was around it, in it, part of it? Was there a consciousness there, who recognized the lack and lived to see it filled? Did it miss the quiet nothing?