Before there was anything, there was nothing. And in that nothing sat the stillness of time. A feminine form of peace, a stillness so vast yet still, there was no way to find her. Even though she was everywhere, she could not flow because there was nothing to flow through to get somewhere else.

One day, the enormous pressure of time on itself, the unfelt pressure like water at the depths of an ocean caused a small bubble to form, a tiny little void where there was no time. In that little void was nothing but pure potential energy. With nowhere to go, this energy spun back on itself to form a microscopic orbiting ball of quantum life force.

Because the pressure of time had reached such a magnitude, other little energy balls started forming all across time. These little energy balls, like raindrops on a slick oily surface, started to find each other and clump into what was to become “matter”.

Once these balls of matter started forming they began to displace the nothingness of time, to in effect cause her to not be ubiquitous, to not be in total peace but to have to contend with this new existence in her midst.

As these balls of matter grew larger she felt a bit crowded, as they formed a depression, warping the fabric of time itself.

The pressure of time, wanting to be everywhere, to be at a ubiquitous peace, caused a force to build up at the surface of the matter. As this force built up, in proportion to the size of these forming planets, a portal opened at the center of each of the planets in the entire cosmos, a portal to the fifth dimension.

Time then began to flow down to the center of each of these planets and off into oblivion like running down the three dimensional drain of a bathtub.

This flow, this form of gravity, was what time always wanted.

She had been waiting for an eternity for matter to take its place, to occupy enough space, to allow her to push against something great enough, something powerful enough to resist her mounting desire to stay the same, to maintain her peace, to be in control, YET for him to yield, to allow her pent up wild rage to flow past him, allowing her the flow she always desired, to reach her endless destiny… which was not to become nothing, but to become infinity.

Christopher Hoffmann


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