RUN!!

There was nothing and then… the beginning of “being.” Beginning is often thought of as light and bright. This is not the case now. Blackness blocked all senses of seeing, being and presence. A hint of existence crept slowly into this great ominous void. Until now, there had been no feeling or presence that could create the essence of comfort or safety. There was only a black, fearful, heavy and terrifying void… a deep chasm of the unknown. There were no senses of weight and none of levity. There wasn’t even a feeling of floating, of nothingness. Nothing held weight or the feeling of a fixed existence. This was, indeed, a great and terrible absence. Suddenly, an ever so slight sense of pressure was felt. A notice of being was added to the void. There was awareness as wakefulness made itself known, but only with hesitancy and slowly, oh so slowly. Now there issued the start of something small, so small, barely an essence of being and belonging. It started minutely but with determination. No distinct knowledge of any recognizable feeling was present. All sensation seemed to press in with no retaliation or refusal. Feelings came slowly. The black was moist and soft without any essence of safety or danger. There is no remembrance of a past to be found within this slight nothingness. There is movement that created a greater awareness of host and subject. Something is developing within this void. Loneliness and pressure are equally present but not understood. Why and how questions are becoming felt within the environment. Ever slowly evolving, the tiny spark expanded. Rapid growth was marked with the effort of becoming. The question was “the beginning of what?” Would this development, this beginning of a presence, emote great fear or welcome comfort? Who or what was coming? The object stretched and reached. It turned and surged with some form of life not yet cognizant of a future, present or change. Unseeing and not yet aware of being, belonged to the object. The focus was on growth, not yet complex.