Intro

In the beginning, there was nothing.  then, because nothing cannot be, something came. It was, as nothing, without description and impossible.

It caused the impossible to be. It defined all description to come.  It destroyed the nothing, in as much as nothing can be destroyed.

It had no name and no needs. It cared not what it created, it just did. Every place arrived and everything was.

Stories are told; signs no one has seen. All cause one to cry, some help us to sing.  All gather to lift the spirits; all need the moment of release.

The forlorn make dancing a moment of glee. We flight our good judgement and accept a fleeting moment to forget – to accept.

Tales will transport us to isles not of men. Be still and listen, and let our journey begin.

man walking on the empty street
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Published by Ralph Castillo

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