Category: Fiction

What ruled prior to the Big Bang?

What existed prior to the Big Bang? Some swear nothing did. The very existence of nothing. It’s incomprehensible. I can’t imagine, not even through the pure chaos of my imagination can I comprehend ‘nothing’ Nothing is something something doesn’t exist from nothing, there can’t be nothing. After some thought, or should I say feelings, while strolling by the sea this evening: I came to the realisation that nothing couldn’t exist, but what if everything could exist? That would INCLUDE the true meaning of ‘nothing’.

Chaos. Chaos was the very beginning prior to the big bang. I call this particular state of chaos, The 1st dimension, Mother. I feel she has some feminine character because if she contains everything, and gives birth to something, its like a woman’s womb.

She contains everything, all possibilities from mathematical equations that describe what patterns make cars, to the chemicals required to give satisfaction in a brain, but all of it is random and disorganised. Impossible to grasp any sense.

This Mother is lifeless and still. There is no spark, everything has no meaning. Nothing makes any sense to her.

Then one day something happened. Something intervened. I believe the true creator of everything in our universe, including God, was the state of order I will call Father. It somehow collided with Mother.

As if it created time, but because there was no friction or drag (yet), the movement of everything inside her kept on moving and changing positions. This would feel like an eternity to a human, all possibilities were becoming together, a state of order for these mathematical equations begin to arise but nothing would do anything. The mathematical equations for a tank, for the feeling of fear inside a dog’s head, even the code for life itself..but nothing was doing anything. Until one day the random chaotic movement of code reached to the order of the meaning of love.

Then BOOM. A gigantic explosion occurred and satisfaction through a force of love, a meaning, was given to chaos. She expanded quickly with the exact code needed for the perfect physical existence through the drive of the meaning of love. Anything that was not satisfactory through the meaning of love, did not exist.

In the beginning – My story of a black hole, the creation of our galaxy

In the beginning, there was Mother, existing lifelessly in the sea of her dysfunctional womb of chaos. A tragic existence, a story that would break any Mother’s heart. She was in a state of entropy. The state with nothing to love.

 

 

 

 

 

Then Father came. Father, a virtuous Knight, who had come in response to Mother’s mournful slumber. Father, the most powerful authority in the existence of everything, stood proudly with light from his shield shining out lighting her darkest demise witnessing her lifeless existence in pieces. With his Chasity pure, and with utmost chivalry, he knelt before Mother in honor for her love. Mother’s love swept into the space around them. She affectionately felt his sincere generosity and desire in giving meaning for her love. She gracefully pulled him closer embracing his mighty order. She passionately fell in love with him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mother must have truly loved Father. She sacrificed her authority over truth, her very existence through a gigantic explosion, to give him her love. Father, the order of all creation, triumphantly marched on wearing her heart on his sleeve. From that moment on he vowed to protect that love by spending eternity in giving it meaning, and so made her love the first law of all existence.

And so their children were born. Life, driven by her love, to give meaning for their Mother and Father’s sanctimony of marriage.

Mother, lovingly watching her hero ruling over her children from the shadows, patiently waiting, affectionately catching any children that should fall, and nurture them until Father’s return.