One day, there was nothing.
The next, there was something.
The day after, there was more.
The day after that, there was nothing.
In this mere nothingness, nothing spoke to itself. It spoke in silent, sinful screams, hurling a torrent of hateful nothing at nothing. Then, it was still nothing.
The next day, the nothingness spoke aloud. It spoke in a tone of haste, and spoke its word in slurred, broken English. Its words meant nothing,but that nothingness was in itself, something. You see, without nothing, there is something, so with nothing, there must be something, for the nothingness to exist.
So, what came first? The nothing, or the words, or the something?
The answer is none. All but at once, it happened, but it also ceased, and progressed on its timid journey. How is this possibly correct, some may say. Without the incorrect, how may the correct exist?
I dont know what I was thinking at the time of writing this.
