Dream of the World - Part I: Cosmogony

It was a strange, beginning moment, with which this dream came. The pain that had lulled me to sleep slowly subsided. From its secretly dying fragments, a void arose, incredibly incomprehensible and vast. Perhaps even death itself contains more existence than what came after. This nonexistence stretched from the imperceptible, terrifying moment of pseudo-creation, to the universal limit that was everything, yet could neither be seen nor touched, nor even rationally discovered, because its existence was denied by the very meaning of existence. Most astonishing, however, was the fact that I could not find in this null space even a speck of my body, not even the slightest movement that my physicality would have caused. All that remained was a belief in the indisputability of my own existence, which, the more I felt the loneliness in the nothingness, the more rapidly it grew. At first, it was a deceptive hallucination—a fog; then it became hope, which again transformed into a spiritual force, from which slowly took shape a dogma, an omniscience encompassing all that was not. This call to existence, with increasing speed, grew into ever higher forms, swelling without occupying the slightest inch of space, not even that imagined on the foundation of nothingness. It increasingly weighed down upon itself, a nonexistent mass, swirling motionlessly with the unending passage of time. It coalesced into a single, most inexistent point, swelling to the infinity of nonexistence. It finally surpassed illusory perfection, but unable to find a turning point, it began to collapse in its own unconsciousness, concentrating within itself the disordered universality of nonexistence.

Having merged into one, this universality and the dogma of existence fueled each other in their inevitable journey toward unknown nothingness. They fell through a horizontally extending void, and when they could no longer accelerate in self-focus, the silent scream that had accompanied them throughout the journey broke off, stretching into the thinnest thread of the universal self-unconsciousness of being. Then, shattering on the rock of nothingness, merging into a concentrated, most distantly present thought, they imploded, breaking through the foundation of non-being, toward the horizon of existence. And thus was to be realized the beginning of beginnings, the first present, the realization of the hope of existence. Hope itself, abandoned along with the euphoria of existence, receded into the shadow of what had been born in its womb.