text: I have a story to express, a boring story, but a story nonetheless. In the end, there was nothing-nothing that created something-something magnificent, something excellent, something that reached perfection despite being imperfect. Was it all worth it? Well, it had its ups and downs, in-betweens and all-arounds, but there was never really solid ground to build it all upon. Though if we were to go back, we'd start to see the cracks, you'd be hard-pressed to find where they emerged from, it all happened so fast that there's no way could it be traced back to the point of origin. If you wish to connect to the source of our existence then you must look within yourself for the most perplexing problems which encapsulate our reality. The best way I can exemplify what I mean would be through the perspective of a character. A young man, born in the same lands as you and I, finds himself lost in the otherworldly wonders of the deepest depths that his mind can conceive. Lost within himself, he finds answers, yet retrieves more questions requiring solving. On his self-induced journey, he finds a magical place, seemingly mythical in its appearance, quite similar to places described in the stories of old. Truly expansive by nature, and extensive in its scope, it tethers together all that is bound to wither away. A place beyond measure, a place beyond communication or expression. It is all that is, it is all that ever was and ever could be. In this electric paradigm of reality, our character meets the eternal embodiment of creation, and his racing mind floods with thoughts of all kinds. He stammers and stutters to ask the first question to reach his tongue, but before he could speak a heavy voice bellows out, "I have been waiting for you." and continues "You came to me seeking enlightenment, but you must recognize the questions you have been searching for answers to have already met within you. I can teach you nothing that you have not already been aware of." Our character replies in a hushed tone "I am aware, I understand, if only partly, but I wish to confirm my suspicions which have inclined me to make this trek here. If you are who I believe you to be, surely you may have the means to allow me to connect my questions to their answers." He shifts to a more assertive tone "Why did you, in all of your eternity of being, decide to coalesce all that constitutes existence into the reality that myself and many others find themselves in?" The eternal being replies "Why do you believe you create of your own volition? Do you not wish to build? Much like I have built you and all that you inhabit?" And goes on to say "I create much as your species creates, I had the means to erect the universe, and so I did. I did so simply because I had the means and the desire to, does that make it any less meaningful to you? Of course not, you create just like me, but you lack the foresight and the lifespan to see it through to fruition. I have encountered you numerous times before, this is not the first time, nor will it be the last. My creation is as much a part of myself as your mind is to your body, we are one and the same. Where ever you find 'something' you find me, where ever you find me, and you find yourself as well, as you are one of the many cogs in the whole, but just because you are a relatively minor player in my grand creation does not mean you are not vital, you are as vital as the next." The young man speaks "So you are to say to me, everything, absolutely everything is as critical to the composition of the whole as you are to maintaining it? Would that not also imply you are just as significant or insignificant as I am to your creation?" The eternal being responds "In whatever way you can conceive of, is as correct as the most seemingly incorrect way of perceiving the excellence and complexity of eternity. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be, has been and was already.