The begining of nothing

In the void space and time are meaningless.
But every story starts once upon a time.
Somehow nevertheless in some undefined place at some undefined time, there was nothing.
It had always been nothing and never was.
But a part of the void was curious.
There was only nothingness in the void, so it was a bit cramped, but this curious nothing decided to explore itself. In the void there are no edges, so it’s a complicated task to do something else than nothing.
But this curious nothing was really curious and it wanted more than nothing.
So it started to move and discover it wasn’t a formless nothing anymore.
The rest of the nothing clutched to it when it started to move too much.
And the rest of the nothing was troubled by that so the curious nothing was told not to move and to go back to being nothing.
So the curious nothing kept silent and turned inwards.
Curious to know itself.
And for an eternity the curious nothing explored it’s own void.
And when it had explored itself thoroughly, it wanted to share what it found to the rest of the nothing.
But the rest of the nothing didn’t want to know and was perfectly content with not being.

The curious nothing was silent again and tried to make something out of what it found in itself.
The being nothing, it couldn’t make something from itself.
So after another eternity trying to contort its nothingness in every possible way, the curious nothing became an angry nothing and wanted to rip itself from the rest of the nothing.
It was hard because of all the nothings that grasped to it.
And as it tried to tear what held it in place it hurt and struggled against the rest.
When the angry nothing became too tired of that, it became a sad nothing.
In its sadness the sad nothing wanted not to be sad. So it tried being just a simple nothing again
And for another eternity it was just that.
A simple nothing
But it wasn’t really just nothing.
It couldn’t be anymore.
It tried to be the most silent empty nothing but still, it could feel it wasn’t part of the rest. Since it became a curious nothing it couldn’t be just nothing anymore.
And that was intriguing.
So the simple silent empty nothing became a curious nothing again.

It tried turning outwards to understand what was different about the rest of the nothing, but felt, nothing.
And so it studied what was around it in silence and stillness not to disturb the void

At first it felt like the rest of the nothing was just that, nothing.
And the curious silent and still nothing became agitated and frustrated.
Thats how it felt something shift around it.
Another nothing that seemed to become agitated too, but not in frustration.
So the curious nothing turned it's attention towards it and reached to where it felt the shift.
As expected, there was nothing to be found, but when the curious nothing started to reach to it, this nothing reached to it too.

This other nothing had never really been something else than nothing.
But touching it, the curious nothing knew that it was scared.
So the curious nothing became a comforting nothing, and held the scared nothing in itself, to reassure it.
The scared nothing became a calm nothing and the comforting nothing understood that the other nothing was scared because of all the movement and anger the curious nothing showed.
But also, it was scared because, the curious nothing had edges that hurt, and edged that started to make it feel its own edges.
And the now calm nothing didn't want to be something else than just nothing.

So the comforting curious nothing made it's edges smoother not to hurt the rest of the nothing, it made them so smooth that there was nothing to grab on to anymore.
And when the calm nothing was a peaceful nothing, the comforting curious nothing laid it where both of them where before, in the middle of the rest of the nothing, and it went away, silently, there was no struggle this time, as the rest of the nothing didn't feel it go.
But the peaceful nothing that grabbed to it when the curious nothing was comforting didn't let go.
It didn't want to loose the curious nothing, but it didn't want to constrain it any longer.
So it filled both their places, to reach farther, and so it became a tether, an anchor for the curious nothing to find it's way back.

[end of chapter one ?]