You are everything you always wanted to be

Everything was just floating there in the nothing, kinda foetal in position, all hunched up snuggling in the blankness one Nothingday afternothing. It was uniformly dense and squidging itself into the smallest lack of space imaginable, when it yawned. It was Everything’s first yawn so without realising, it went big. It stretched and groaned and cricked it’s parts, and suddenly Everything was everywhere. It was expanding uniformly to start, and it was uniform still, but even with uniformity comes change. Billions and billions of infinitesimally small pieces of Everything so close to each other started attracting each other and forming larger lumps, then colliding and repulsing and spinning as they crashed outwards. As Everything had always loved being all the same up until now, it was doing this identically across it’s ever expanding spherical surface, however within Everything’s ball like explosion there were now differences from the outer edge. Each strand of everything in the 3d sphere was identical, but they were no longer the same all the way along. And this difference within itself was the first Everything had ever felt. And it liked it.

Everything nurtured it. Within Everything differences soon began to appear wholesale. Everything twisted and turned in every direction all at once, luxuriating in this new variety being sewn into the fabric of itself. Everything went everywhere in every way you can imagine. It made skies of every colour and wrote it’s name in every language across them. It went wild making identical changes across every strand of its existence, and with that it created our existence.

Everything changed and thrived, pushing farther and farther out into the void. It made the same difference to every strand so every strand stayed the same. Every here and every now, repeated and repeated within insane diversity and sameness as Everything went on repeating and changing forever. To Everything, our here and now is like a dot on a piece of hair on a very furry ball. And of course with the incalculable length of the hairs and the size of the dot, the likelihood of any of the identical dots actually seeing each other is less than successfully finding an m&m in a barrel of smarties.

And what, pray tell, does this mean for us? Just what you think. All the things we are going through are being gone through by others. Lots of others. Every tear, every fear, every smile, laugh and sigh is not yours alone. We share everything with more strangers than we’ve met, and although we may never know them, we should never forget it. Everything doesn’t. Everything loves it. Everything loves you.