I Thought that I…
Prologue
She'd always been – older than the Angels and the Endless, most certainly, perhaps as old as the Presence was. And She had always been with Him, from His very beginning and throughout His planning of creation, She was in the very plans He had thought for all that He created.
She was – is – THOUGHT, after all, ever present til the end of all things. Wherever, whenever the mind wandered, She was there, She is always there – late, at night, when sleep doesn't come and all you have are your thoughts, choosing what to wear today, when Lucifer decided to rebel, when Eve ate of the Tree of Knowledge, when Khalane, a man who lived 10 000 years ago in Amanz'andonga, a village in what is now known as Namibia, decided to kidnap the girl he fancied, Mbali, and forced her to be his bride and bear his spawn – she later killed herself with poison after 26 years and 6 children – 4 sons and 2 daughters, when Or'tasq, of the planet Inui, 223 billion light years away from Earth, ponders the story his father has just told him as to how they, the Kza'arl, came to consume the flesh of the people of the Anoua tribe as rite of passage to manhood – the young boy (for that is what he was) they had hunted down… his flesh purple under the stark white of his skin, he had bled blood the colour of his flesh and he had tasted sweet – a true delight, exotic and exhilarating, it had been, but was it right for them to hunt others who were little different from them, because they were weaker than they were, he thought.
She is there when tragedy strikes and the most joyous of moments occurs, when there is peace and love and when there is hate and war. She's been at the height of every revolution in the entire multiverse and She's been with the lowest of the low, scum of the universe, depressed, the depraved and the delirious, in despair and in ecstasy, in the psychotic, schizophrenic, bipolar, serene, logical – in the minds of all that existed Everywhere, is where She dwells, where She has dwelt since a little after the Presence became self-aware and created all that was– whenever long ago that was.
Thought is deceptive, it is addictive, alluring, a deep and dark abyss that one could wander until their body crumbles to dust and they became a spirit – and that is barely the tip of the iceberg when considering how vast the realm of Thought was.
He, being apprehensive, careful, a touch suspicious and perhaps fearful, of Her power and influence on all that was and on Him – especially after His beloved son, Samael, rebelled against Him –, bound Her powers, barred Her from taking form and having a realm of Her own to rule, and confined Her to minds that filled the worlds to only observe.
But now, after being locked away for billions of aeons and having lost herself in the minds at one time for a long time… now, perhaps, maybe, it was time to be free.