At first there was only nothingness. A great and black stillness that encompassed all that was and is . . . perhaps planets are forming and universes unfolding. There was no time. And yet, like the single tiniest star in the farthest reaches of space something comes into being. Whatever I am, became vaguely aware of it on a cellular level . . Eeeeodiii . . . there was no mistaking it. It wakes some part of me and that part turns its observation toward it and passes over it to return to oblivion.