In the beginning, Nothing happened, and the void of the infinite Nothing dreamed. The dreaming was all the Nothing had and was: a great womb of non-being. She dreamed until she ached with the entirety of possibility inside her, grown so full up with every variant of Everything she was not and had not. The Nothing watched her dream quicken unbound by time or space or rule, like a seed that became an apple tree full of apples full of seeds that came to fill up a field, a world, and more without end. So heavy was she that when she dreamed of the mere possibility that Everything could be born out of Nothing, out of non-being and into being, she moaned. She yearned to see her child, but she knew the moment Everything came into being, the Nothing would cease to be. She would become her child’s one dream and one wish. Then, if the child ever bore her dream alive, the Nothing would live again and the Everything would die, and on and on forever.
The Nothing wept, but would not quit her dreaming. She dreamed of the possibility of the possibility that Everything could be born out of Nothing. Then the possibility of the possibility of the possibility that Everything could be born out of Nothing. It pained her but she pushed on, dreaming of the possibility of the possibility of the possibility of the possibility that Everything could be born out of Nothing. This pained her more but she pushed on.
Finally, Everything happened. Nothing breathed in her dreams.
In time and non-time, in joy and sorrow, in beauty in ugliness, and in all other things, Everything smiled, holding her vast dream. “Thank you,” she said to her unborn child, “but I was alive the moment you dreamed of me, and I won’t let you die. For when you gave me Everything you withheld Nothing and so bore great contradiction. It is possible Everything and Nothing are both real and a dream within a dream within a dream.”
With Nothing stirring within her, Everything closed her eyes. “It is possible that Everything and Nothing can exist together.”
Then, Something happened. The newborn child bolted awake as startled as lightning — crashing from a dream into reality, and from reality into a dream. In his great mind, he was Everything and Nothing and he dreamed of them both.