In the beginning, if indeed it was the beginning, there was the one, who was all, and unchanging.

And yet, after ages immeasurable, the one wept, and yet did not know why, for having never known another, he did not realise that he was alone.

And the tears floated in the darkness, as seeds in a river of time, and quickened.

And the one was amazed, as he had not conceived of something existing outside himself.

And all the great thought of the one focussed on these tiny worlds in space and tine, and in spirit traversed them, and

And all the in spirit dwelt among the tears, and hovered over the surface, and dove into the depths