In the beginning, maybe there was nothing. With time, nothing became something. Through light, everything becomes everything. Light, our awareness of it, and living—thanks to it—gives rise to what we know. But what good is knowledge without application? This is the beauty of creation.
The universe doesn’t care how we intellectualize and define it. It cares more about expansion and resurrection than confinement. Try trapping light, you wouldn’t get far. Try finding the source of light, also a waste of time. It’s everywhere and everything. Light gives evidence to all that exists. Light is not censorship and it doesn’t resist. It replaces and moves on like condensation and mist.
Life, like light, is a circle of cycles. There’s no real beginning nor end. The beginning starts at an end. A speck of light in a tunnel is both a beginning and end. Everything is everything and everything is free. Only the corners of our minds make this hard to see. Explore. Bond. Reproduce. Grow. Shed. Repeat.
Maybe at one point, there was absolutely nothing. Dead silence; until that nothing multiplied and created waves of energy, blissfully violent. This birthed a gift in all there is; paradox light and darkness. Everything and everyone is creative, from old to new. The light you seek, is the light you seek, and something tells me it doesn’t care what we think.
Nothing matters. Without it, nothing would exist.
