The Tree of Life
In the beginning, there was nothing.
No light.
No form.
No time.
And nowhere for any of these things to yet exist.
Nothing but a piece of potential.
And yet, in this single spot, no larger than a geometric point, there existed everything that ever was, and ever could be, and ever would be. In an immeasurable infinity of nothing, this point was as large as a universe.
It was the beginning. It was the creator. It was god. It was the first thought, the firt idea, the first wish, and the first spark flickering in the darkness. It was light, which gave even the darkness form; for not even darkness can exist without light, and light cannot exist without darkness.
Light spread, and grew, and form followed. From the first idea came many, and an entire universe was born. Darkness grew, too, but it was born of the light, a part of the light, and it was good. First dust, then swirling clouds of gas, then solid rock. As the creator created, so was the creator formed. Thoughts became ideas; ideas became wishes; wishes became plans; and the thing called god by thousands of generations created life.
Life was given thought. Life was given ideas. Life learned to wish. In this way, the creator became a part of the creation, binding it together with the light that was first. Light begot light, and life begot life, until it filled the little planet spinning gently around its star.
This was the beginning.