In the Beginning

In the beginning there was… nothing. Nothing at all. Well, that’s not true. There was a lot of stuff in the beginning, but according to the account it was all jumbled up together, masquerading as chaos, potential undetected at least to the untrained eye.

In the beginning there was creativity frustrated by darkness, confined by unclear expectations… or maybe not. Maybe like a fine wine fermenting in a dark place, building in character and color, looking for the right time to release its perfume, creativity was merely waiting for its stage call, for the proclamation that the time to be had come.

In the beginning there was stifled hope, slowly succumbing to limitation and invisibility, snuffed out by boredom and monotony… said the one too naive and impatient to recognize that darkness often moonlights as an incubator for new life until beginnings can breathe on their own.

In the beginning there was beginning. Inchoate. Complex. Maybe fragile. Definitely vulnerable. But beautiful.