TO WITNESS

The darkness is infinite in a way darkness as never been. Even at the beginning, one could not say it was infinite because there had never been anything else to compare it to. And no one had been there to witness it. Except for the Creator, but if the one witness is a witness of everything and is also the thing being witnessed, the reliability of said witness is beyond shaky. Or it is just truth. Or Truth. But the first thing was the most important: There had been nothing to compare it to until after there had been something, so darkness was not darkness when light had never existed and infinite wasn't infinite when there was actually Nothing.

But now now it was infinite because there had been Light and there had been Something and now neither were there anymore nor would they be there anymore. There was only the witness and the Creator.

The witness lacked a name at the end but was aware that it had once had a name. It had no past or memories yet knew that both had existed. It was full aware of what had been and aware that it had been a part of what had been but now did not know what part it had been.

In a voice that was not sound, the Creator spoke to the witness.

“You have seen what was and see what is.”

The witness waited for more but nothing came. There was nothing to see or hear or feel. It just was in a nothing that extended beyond everything. The witness finally grew tired of waiting and witnessing the lack of anything.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why am I here? Why did you end it? Why did you make it in the first place?”

“The answers to your second and third questions could never be understood by you They just are. I ended it because it had served its purpose. I made it because it had a purpose to fulfill.

The witness would have shrugged in annoyance if it had had a body to shrug.

“Then answer my first question. Why am I here?”

The Creator seemed to think on it and the two of them (one of whom was nothing except awareness and the Other who was everything including the first and, in so being, was just the two of them) waited in the infinite silence. that would echo silently if silence could echo or if there had been anything for the echo to bounce off of. One could also say one would need time itself for an echo to be but then things get shaky. The conversation and the witnessing itself should exist without time, and yet it did.

Finally the Creator created wordless words again.

“You are here because it needs to be known to give it meaning. Without you, everything that came before would lack any context. If it is not remembered by anything but Me, who is also It, it could never have said to have been at all.”

“But You are here as you always have been. If I can not understand the why of its being and not understand the why of its end, how can I put any meaning to experiencing the fact that it is now not? Only You can for only you have any concept of what it all meant.”

“You are here because, to give its end any meaning, I must end too. For I am Creation and I am the End. If I do not end there is no End.”

“But how can there be an End if I am here? And how can You end if I still are?”

The creator waited again, this time for emphasis and in sadness.

“Before I end, I will remove you from me and me from you. You will be separate from the All. You shall be alone in a way only I have ever known.”

The witness cried for it realized the emptiness that would soon follow. The Creator cried because it knew what it must do. Once, before the Beginning, It had been in the place of the witness. Some how the Creator knew this even though there had been no before. But it these final moments it realized there had been a before but that before had been made to never have had been.

“I must go now. It will only be you left but you with be apart. Nothing of you will be left except awareness so that It can all be aid to have meaning. Good bye.

And that was it. The witness ceased crying because emotion no longer was. Memory was gone. Only the infinite nothing.



What came first can never be known. Awareness, unchanging was for an infinite existence without existence. And then came change. Perhaps time was first. Perhaps memory came first. Perhaps loneliness or curiosity. But given the infinite, something began. And the awareness made something of itself.

It created and chose a name.