Paetredeyus

An infinite viscous darkness surrounded me when I started to exist. Being in that primitive substance caused a continuous ecstasy, total peace. A substance dying and renewing itself with every breath. That ancient and nameless deity from which all things come from.

A substance that had to be transformed to be the Creation it is now. The perfect work, remaining to be the same substance, renewed every moment, with a variety of colors and shapes. Matter and energy, coming from the dark substance. Because at the beginning everything came from the same infinite thing and maybe in the end it will return to it.

Marvelous were the explosions and implosions, spectacular was the appearance of amazing colors and majestic the birth of stars.

The earliest forms, abstract and inconsistent formed the stars and the ancient stones floating in the universe.

The universe is always in motion, with the stars in their uninterrupted dance. The planets orbiting the old suns as if they are venerating them.

I remember the first time I laid on something solid as if it were a dim and distant dream. The time I was wandering alone, walking through the Creation looking for someone else, another like me, someone who I could share with what I had seen. But for a long time there was no one, wherever I went to, stones and dust were the only things existing.

I cannot say I’m the oldest of all beings, and I doubt I am. When I started to exist, the substance was the only thing present, immersed in it should be those who claim to be the Ancient Primitives, but in my long wandering I found only traces left by beings I could never see. And I met these Ancient Primitives when life was beginning to populate the Creation.

I also refuse to believe that dark matter was the beginning of everything. While it is true that whatever created it, or whoever carried it no longer exists.

Some propose that the substance has a period of existence and every so often becomes the dark infinite viscosity, only to return to become the Creation. If that is true everything that exists is renewed each cycle and maybe I am a survivor of the last one.

I have not found beings who belong to an earlier time, but if all that exist is renewed each time, then the matter and energy that forms the Creation, suffer the same fate as the rest of things. So it’s not possible that there is someone who can contemplate the beauty of the renewal of Creation.

 Either way we have to assume without ever finding the truth.

Perhaps when the next renewal arrives I will understand everything.