In the beginning there was a complete nothing: a nothing in which nothing existed. The smallest particle, a cell, a grain of sand. Merging, crystallizing, forming shapes. When light and dark intermingled, who could fathom the being and becoming? And when only to be seen was a swath of fog swirling, a wide horizon became apparent. A first breath, endlessly recurring, gave its weight to the waves, and against the wind. The continuity of duplication and division, forming life in tenderness and timeless trust.