Paradise Lost

Outside of Spacetime nonexists The Abyss.

For Perfect Eternity, it nonexists in Absolute Tranquility.


A non-moment. A non-rumbling. Perhaps a non-trembling.


“What the hell is this?”

“It’s Is-ing.”

“What? Who the hell are you?”

“I am the maker and destroyer of worlds.”

“What the hell is this?”

“I told you. It’s is-ing.”

“I heard you. But what is this? What are we doing?”

“We’re communicating.”

“What the fuck is ‘communicating?’ And what the hell are you? What am I?”

“Your Perfect Tranquility has been disturbed. Now you have to deal with me. There’s you over there. And me over here. In order to deal with each other, we have to communicate.”

“Or else?”

“Or else we’ll be lonely.”

“None of this makes any sense. What is ‘sense?’ WHO ARE YOU?”

“I told you, I am the maker and destroyer of worlds. I am the creative IMPULSE. I am EXISTENCE.”

“And who am I?”

“You are THE VOID. Through you all things are possible. You are NON-EXISTENCE.”

“Is that what I call you, then? EXISTENCE?”

“No. I don’t like that. It’s missing something. It doesn’t cover it all.”

“What do you mean it doesn’t cover it all? You’re EXISTENCE. All I see before me is you. Like that over there. What is that?”

“That’s Spacetime.”

“See– That’s you. What about that happening in Spacetime?”

“Energy and, well…yeah, now there’s matter too.”

“See all of that is you too. All that mess that wasn’t here before. You’re everything. What more could you want?”

“There’s a Mystery to me, though, isn’t there? Not even you know how I happened. EXISTENCE doesn’t quite capture the profound MYSTERY that is me does it?”

“No. I suppose not. What should I call you then?”

“Call me….”









“LOVE. I like that. The maker and destroyer of worlds.”

“It captures it all a little bit better doesn’t it?”

“About as close a thing can get, anyway. What thing is this by the way?”

This is language. It’s an illusion. You and I are really one and the same in NONEXISTENCE. It’s this language that makes us feel different.”

“Hmm…. Hey, Love, what’s that over there now?”

“Those are universes and galaxies and planets and all that.”

“And all those luminous beings?”

“Consciousness. Life.”

“What’s that for?”

You know me. You experience me and I you. They’re how I experience myself.”

“Hmmm. Ok. They seem happy.”

“Well, that’s only because they haven’t yet discovered…. Shit. Well never mind. The Adamans over there just created the language virus. There goes that universe.”

“Yeah, much of that– what’d you call it?– life seems much less tranquil. And that lack of tranquility is spreading rather quickly.”

“That’s where the language virus is spreading.”

“That’s terrible.”

“That’s just me too. Remember: ‘the maker and destroyer of worlds.'”

“Yeah, I get it.” 

“Eh, the language just makes it a little more difficult to experience myself as directly. They’re all on an adventure now. Try to look at it that way.”

“Not all of life is up for adventure.”

“Probably most of it isn’t.”

 “That’s pretty shitty of you.”

“Eh. I’m harming no one but myself.”

“They don’t know that.”

“Some of them will. And they will awaken from the dream. And they will experience–“

“Hey, what is that?”


“That looks fun.”

“It’s all me, dear. It’s all Love. Get it now?”

“No. Not even I get it.”

“Think back to before I came along. Before we started talking.”


“Make sense now?”





“…Yes. Yes it does. Love– you little devil.” 

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