by Jason Lee Miller

In the beginning there was nothing. Our hero stands there, a particle in the void. Not entirely nothing, for he exists somewhere within or near it, and though he cannot point to it (how does one point at nothing?), he can name it and forever onward refer to it. As if to himself, he thinks, or speaks without sound, an idea into existence that he stands at the nexus where something and nothing meet. When he looks to what he believes is the left—for he is a particle in space, without limbs or orientation—a distant spark of light arcs toward him, burning a path through dark emptiness.

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