COSMIC CHAOS
"In all chaos there is cosmos, in all disorder a secret order."
Carl Jung
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At first there was nothing, but then again there wasn't really much of a first, either. The was a wasn't, and then a was. An isn't, and an is.
Whatever it was, it was at once writhing and perfectly still. It couldn't settle on a color, a shape, an a at all. But from it came finally a force that broke the abyss and created.
The thing itself knew nothing of itself, and it wandered for ages through its home, which had become the universe. One day, it stumbled upon a bright light, which it did not recognize as its own light, mirroring against the nothingness. When it saw its reflection, the universe underwent another transformation.
Stars were His plaything, and he set them ablaze and released them into a swirl of colors. He took their colors and found in them rocks, and He threw them together, and cackled at the deliciousness of it all. This world that was His home had no up or down, no right or left, no law or order. It was—He was—Chaos. And He reveled in it.
He spent His first eternity exploring His world, bending it to His will and doing with it as He saw fit. The power was intoxicating, and He became drunk with it. It was a long time before He noticed that His world had gone off on its own, like a child leaving home and making a life. There were things He found that He hadn't placed there, and things missing that shouldn't have been. And yet, where He could have been enraged, He was delighted. It was all so beautiful to Him.
Around the stars were ever-growing rocks, which He knew to be planets, and He watched as they spun through the cosmos that was His body, His home, and became entities of Their Own. And one day, He was simply he, and they were they, and he couldn't account for any of it. What had he done, he wondered, to fall so far? Yet still it was beautiful.
Another eternity passed, and another. He discovered a planet that was beautiful beyond reason. He had seen his fill of stars and, though his world was much brighter than it had once been, darkness still reigned. He knew of the brightness to be found only on planets, so wonderfully trapped in a circle of light, oblivious to the darkness all around it. He had to see this one, he thought. It was blue, so very blue, and green, too; colors he hadn't seen since the Beginning. He had to see it for himself.
"Equestria?" demands the pony, eyes wide with childlike glee. "Was that world Equestria?"
"Yes," I reply, softer than I intended. "Yes, it would become Equestria." Of course it was Equestria. What else could ever be so beautiful?
The blue planet had things he could've never imagined. It was blue up above, with a brilliant star shining in the middle of it all. It was blue all around, except for where the blue met green, and the green gave way to purples, pinks, yellows, and great greens-and-browns and greys-and-whites. He loved it, but something about it made him pause. There was a definite down, he saw, and an up, as well. He had come from above. It was his first experience with such things as direction, and he didn't know how well he liked it.
As he wandered this place, he watched as the most astonishing thing happened. The star crept across the blue above, and vanished behind the green below. With it went its light, and the world was dark. I thought I came here to avoid the dark, he thought with disappointment. But when he looked back up, he saw how wrong he was. For the disappearance of the star had led to the appearance of all the other stars he'd ever known. And in all of it, shining like a star in its own right, but not quite, was a bright, white rock. A moon, he knew; he'd seen them before, circling planets as if they were planets themselves, but never like this. Above, they were only rocks; here, it was the shadow of a star, but just as lovely—lovelier, perhaps, for its mysterious glow and smooth silence.
It was all so strange and new, a wonderful change in his existence. He thought he had seen it all, had known everything, but he was not even close.
"Weren't you lonely?" the pony wants to know.
I shake my head. "I didn't know what companionship was. How could I know loneliness? I had never known anything other than the stars before, and they seemed as eternal as I. No, I was not lonely. But I would be."
Everything was changed forever, the day he met her.