It was a place where no man could venture. Well, speak of the devil, if that ain't a lie. There was one man, his name...unknown. He was here forever, and will be here forever, for there was no time here. It was a white backdrop with random polygons floating around. It was like, primitive genius, where everything was to amazingly intelligient to make any sense whatsoever, hence why there was no reason for life. But this man, he kept things together, and he decided what everything would be. He was no god, he was just an unknown lifeform in the middle of everywhere.
Now, this man, he bore no features. Actually, you might just look at him and think he was a square, or a sphere, or a random floating polygon amidst the nothing, but he wasnt. He wasnt actually there at all. He wasnt invisible, but he wasnt there. He was, well, everything. He spread himself out across the nothing, and took the form of random scattered bits of matter. Of course, these would later become known as the big bang, when all of these little bits finally became one, unstable, object.
So, we have millions upon millions of pieces of a single man, scattered about in the shape of colored polygons. There was no end to them, and there was no beginning, and it was as if this couldnt be true. Well, it wasnt. It was just someones imagination writing about it in a notepad. Now, this notepad also had a backdrop of white, with the words taking shape of the random polygons of this scattered man.
Formations upon formations of letters, forming multi-dimensional objects with no limit of time, or space. I guess, you could assume, they weren't there at all, if there was no time or space. It wasn't even a vacuum, because there was nothing to remove the air from. There was no air...
Air, a group of elements that dont even exist in this setting. Except inside the polygon window. Now, you might think to yourself, "Polygon window? what's that?" and i would call you an ideot, because i'm about to explain it anyway.
A polygon window, well, THE polygon window, is where the ideas of this, scattered man, pursay, take a form. When one looks into this Polygon Window, one sees the worlds and stars, and planets, and galazies of which we would inhabit later on. The problem is, no one could look through it, because no one was there.
Inside this window one sees many an image, and hears many a sound. Well, this scattered man sees and hears, and smells, and feels, and tastes this, but only he. Mainly because, these were his thoughts. He wasnt creating things out of what he had previously experienced, as one might think, for these were the first of the experiences. Lifeforms, and sounds, and lights, and colors. Much like those of this, polygon world, if you really want to call it a world.
Now, oblivion came, and oblivion went, and ideas reformed once again. Each time clearer than the last. But eventually, he would have to create these ideas, throwing himself out into a universe that was created through nothing. He becomes life, and death, and forever will be there. But he does not inhabit this universe, for he is not there. He is everywhere, and nowhere, for he is everything and nothing, and these questions your forming will never cease to exist, for they will never be answered. He is nothing, and he is something, and everything has its purpose.
So, no, all we have to thank, is a simple mult-dimensional nullified shape, that created what we find to be a true waste of time.