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At the Beginning there was... Love


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At the Beginning there was Love.

Vastless, emptyless, infinitless Love.
It was Nothing that was. It was Something that was not. The state of perfect equilibrium where Everything simply was and therefore Nothing ever could be. Darkness without light, happiness without desire, fulfillment without energy, emptiness without limits, silence without sound - it simply was and therefore wasn't at all.

It felt like You did, in early stages of your very own life, when You were floating about in your mother's womb, blissfully unaware of your own existence and quietly aware of your own being.

If felt like You did, later on, when, after uniting yourself with another flickering love in a loving act, You lost you existence again and regained your very own being. When every cell of your body was filled with happiness and love. When all your needs and desires vanished, and calm, vast, all-embracing emptiness entered your body and heart again.

It felt like the time You stood in the darkness, watching dark, clear sky, full of flickering stars. Remember? When You suddenly felt that You do not belong "here", that You belong "there"? That this vast, enormous, quiet and non-existent darkness is where You came from and where You will return?

Love, of course, was blissfully unaware of such desperately conflicting state of affairs. The screaming contradictions did not bother her one bit, for there was nobody to contradict them. Emptiness did not fill so empty when there was nothing to fill it with. Absence of activity was no so bad when there was nothing that needed doing. Luck of identity was not a problem when there was nobody to appreciate it anyway.

In fact, Love was one happy bunny. But one day, one day, this perfect equilibrium was to be disturbed by an intruder. Imagine disturbing something so vastly calm, so enormously motionless, so perfectly locked in its wholeness.

The Disaster was imminent. But that's in part II
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