In the beginning, God created man. Man lay alone floating in the void of what remained to exist. He lay still and silent, wrapped in the terrifying calm of the blackness.
He knew not of form nor of senses. Man in the simplest form, was.
One day man ran aground on dry land. The earth confounded him with its sightless coarseness. It puzzled him with its gritty endless body. So man sat and thought.
Man had discovered touch. He gripped a handful of earth and pondered it. He then gripped himself. He had form, just as earth did.
Man wandered earth enlightened by his new found discovery of form. During his aimless wanderings he came across a new form. A massive obstruction that stood in his way. Man touched it, as he did so a strange deep resonance vibrated through him. A low melodic hum. Man pondered this odd occurrence, cleared his throat and hummed along. Man had voice.
Man followed the wall while humming along with the low rushing sound when something began to appear in the distance. A speck of dust in the swirling blackness of the void. Man rushed towards this growing speck and reached out and grasped it. As soon as man reached out, he saw himself. Man stood silently, pondering himself, naked and tangible. This was man.
With man’s discovery of himself and the world around him, he grew restless. Man looked inward and found something he had not yet understood. Reaching inside himself, he grasped his being, and the world evaporated away and he was left alone in the blackness, floating in the void of what had once existed. He lay still and silent, full of the calm chaos of all that he had yet to comprehend.