My Loss
Disclaimer: Most of this isn't really mine, so don't blame me. Please. I beg you.
brIt was dark. Not dark like the night, because the night guarantees that a day will
follow. Back then it was darkness without even a dream of light. And it was quiet. Not merely a
cessation of noise, but there was nothing to cause the vibrations. It was cold, but again, only
because of a lack of heat. Even the fullest vocabulary can not describe what it was like.
Nonetheless, I will attempt to explain, beginning, for those who don't keep up with modern
scientific theory, with some background information on the universe that is vital to the
continuation of the story.
The universe consists of that which is contained within an infinite space and time.
Space and time are, themselves, not part of the universe. This must be absolutely clear for me to
continue. Space and time are a set of dimensions, in which the potential of actual energy or matter
exists, but neither of the two must.
To clarify the concept for those who were unable to follow me fully thus far, the
cosmos is made of an infinite amount of nothing. This nothing is grouped into different directions
called dimensions. The minutest possible unit of nothing is known as a point. A straight path of
infinite points that goes on in a single direction is called a line.
Length, width, and height are the three dimensions which make up space. The dimension
of time is exactly the same as the other three, and should be thought of as such. A common
misconception is that time moves forward. This is no more possible than the thought of length
moving. It is, in fact, the matter and the energy within time that moves.
It was a space. That was definite. And it was a time. But there was neither anything
contained in any of the three dimensions that are categorized as space, nor anything contained
within the perceptible dimension of time. It was, in every aspect, infinite, but to say that means
that it was not only infinitely large, but also infinitely small. It was timeless, but only
because nothing could change it. That was the beginning of the world. A void best represented by
the number zero. It would have been boring, but there was nothing on which to base a comparison. At
this point I did not exist, which was just as well, because nothing else did either. It is precisely
because I did not exist at the time that I can recall what it was like. I was there, an indifferent
point of nothing spiraling around in an oblivious nowhere. The only reason I know even now that it
was long ago is because I remember everything that happened since. All of it. Supernovas. Evolution.
Wars. The smell of every single brand of cologne ever made. I remember everything.
I remember gods…
Disclaimer: Most of this isn't really mine, so don't blame me. Please. I beg you.
brIt was dark. Not dark like the night, because the night guarantees that a day will
follow. Back then it was darkness without even a dream of light. And it was quiet. Not merely a
cessation of noise, but there was nothing to cause the vibrations. It was cold, but again, only
because of a lack of heat. Even the fullest vocabulary can not describe what it was like.
Nonetheless, I will attempt to explain, beginning, for those who don't keep up with modern
scientific theory, with some background information on the universe that is vital to the
continuation of the story.
The universe consists of that which is contained within an infinite space and time.
Space and time are, themselves, not part of the universe. This must be absolutely clear for me to
continue. Space and time are a set of dimensions, in which the potential of actual energy or matter
exists, but neither of the two must.
To clarify the concept for those who were unable to follow me fully thus far, the
cosmos is made of an infinite amount of nothing. This nothing is grouped into different directions
called dimensions. The minutest possible unit of nothing is known as a point. A straight path of
infinite points that goes on in a single direction is called a line.
Length, width, and height are the three dimensions which make up space. The dimension
of time is exactly the same as the other three, and should be thought of as such. A common
misconception is that time moves forward. This is no more possible than the thought of length
moving. It is, in fact, the matter and the energy within time that moves.
It was a space. That was definite. And it was a time. But there was neither anything
contained in any of the three dimensions that are categorized as space, nor anything contained
within the perceptible dimension of time. It was, in every aspect, infinite, but to say that means
that it was not only infinitely large, but also infinitely small. It was timeless, but only
because nothing could change it. That was the beginning of the world. A void best represented by
the number zero. It would have been boring, but there was nothing on which to base a comparison. At
this point I did not exist, which was just as well, because nothing else did either. It is precisely
because I did not exist at the time that I can recall what it was like. I was there, an indifferent
point of nothing spiraling around in an oblivious nowhere. The only reason I know even now that it
was long ago is because I remember everything that happened since. All of it. Supernovas. Evolution.
Wars. The smell of every single brand of cologne ever made. I remember everything.
I remember gods…