It began with the end, and ended with the beginning.

It took me a while to realize that.

It all started one Tuesday, or rather, it all ended one Tuesday, it’s had to tell which is which. I lay, or rather floated in everything, and nothing. I could feel everything, colours, sounds, smells, and yet they weren’t there, not anymore, or perhaps they hadn’t been there at all. It was really hard to tell, even now, I don’t know.

Everything and anything flowed through me, like it was there, where it wasn’t, and wanted to be free. I could feel it, wanting form, wanting life, wanting, something, anything, and I was the only thing that give it to it.

I didn’t know how, didn’t know anything, so it showed me. It showed me everything, anything that could help me help it give it life. So much, and yet so little, always expanding, always getting bigger, but limited, like there was only so much it could give me.

It took a long time, but what now seemed like nothing, to finally give it life, give it form, it was only a small part, but yet it was so vast, so big, that it seemed like there couldn’t possibly be more. It took me in, taught me, and I taught it, though never purposely at first.

So it continued, slowly giving a new piece of life, giving it form, and then teaching each other what we could, slowly but surely I gave this thing, this impossible thing, freedom.

I would never be able to give the entire thing life, it was too big, there was always more of it ready to take shape, but the stuff that had already been given form somehow seemed bigger, more vast, than what was waiting, though that couldn’t be possible, for while what had been given form was big, it was limited, while what was waiting wasn’t.

I would never be able to learn everything, would never be able to teach it everything, but that wasn’t a problem, we had time, another thing I had given form, and there was still more waiting, always waiting.

While there was still a way for me to give it form, and stuff for me to give form to, we could continue, me, whatever I was, and the thing, everything and anything, yet nothing, could continue.

It began with the end, and ended with the beginning.

It seemed like I had always known that.