Are you reading what I am writing, or am I writing what you are reading?

Someone

somewhere, at

some point.. opened a book. And

 as s/he turned, or

              scrolled, in the first

page,    imagined.. and

              created..

                                  a book..

                                  a story ..

                                  an entire Universe.  And the

page wrote:

 

‘Someone

 somewhere, at

 some point.. opened a book. And

 as s/he turned, or

             scrolled, in the first

page,   imagined.. and

             created..

                                  a book..

                                  a story ..

                                  an entire Universe.  And the

page wrote:’

 

 

     In the beginning was

the Word. And

the Word said.. ..

From the beginning basically there is

the Word.. and since then he

                says..

          ..is telling

       Stories!

The World was actually made so

       Stories can be

                told.

 

 In the beginning it was

the Chaos.    (Others say it was

      Time and others believe is was

the ‘Need’ that came first.

                      Others say

      Eros (Cupid,) or maybe

the Night;)

And one of the first

      Stories starts with

      Gaia, and a couple of more

      gods.

And then ... somewhere

        there, in the same

      story,

      Death was also born.

And all the

      Stories are connected with each other.. and after all

the Beginning eventually loses its meaning.

 

What was, I wonder, before

the Beginning;           before

the Word;                   before

the Chaos,

the Time and

the Need,

      Eros or

      Night?                   Before

any positive,

       negative and

       balancing force? Before

the Big Bang? Maybe

   a ‘cosmic egg?’ (Or the hen that did the

                   egg;)    or, as most prefer,

   a god, or, why not,

   a goddess.    Maybe

the ‘One Suchness’ of Alan Watts or

the One’.         Rather

the 42!             Probably

      Nothing; or just,

there is no                  ‘before’.  Definitely though, there were no            

      Stories!

 

 ‘The ‘Beginning..’

Already basically with ‘once upon a time’ the

         Story has begun.

         Stories, as we have mentioned,

are wibbly wobbly, timey wimey..

are interconnected. Because they presuppose, from

  the   beginning and maybe by definition,

       a past,

       a background.. something, that the author can build the plot on.

                        Maybe the next generations will laugh at our

idea of one-way ‘continuous’ in space-time, as much as we do on the

idea of ​​a flat Earth. And

                        maybe the real

          beginning is somewhere in the middle.

Where the

         Story

          begins.. And the

 prehistory is build only

 after..

‘After..’

 Heavy word the

‘After,’ it always carries all our hopes and

                                        All our fears..

‘Always..’ Heavy word is

‘Always..’

 

May we

always.. make happy-

no-

         -ending

Stories.