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Everything was new. The universe was clothed in light, and he was a seamstress. Guided by his Father’s hand, he wove golden string into the fabric. He could see space and time and he was infinite. He felt something warm swelling in his chest as he worked alongside his siblings.
Every time he opened his eyes, he fell in love anew. He watched a world, once barren, suddenly brimming with life. He felt his joy reflected back to him by his brother, infinity times infinity times infinity. They could fill the universe and there would still be more room to create.
A teasing glimmer caught his attention. It winked at him in the dark and he followed, pulling gently at the seams. Where does it go? He picked at it and the edges frayed. How does it end, this new thing, this life? Each thread brought with it a new question. What happens when it crumbles to dust? All was silent except “Let there be light!”
He could feel his brother’s joy, infinity times infinity times infinity, shooting across space, calling out to him, only to be absorbed and vanish. He could only describe it as an absence. A hole. Where there was once something now was nothing, and he could not explain it. It felt wrong. Could they be wrong? He could still hear the whispers. What if he changed his mind?
He was infinite. He was bright. What if he could choose? He was the apple of God’s eye. What if he made his own light? He felt the ground beneath his feet. Desire propelled him forward, each step firmer than the last, his mind glowing with ideas as the world sang “Let there be light! let there be light!” Let me be right.