In the beginning there were no lights or shadows or darkness, but there were all the forms, laborious in finding their exact figures in long chains of existence.
In the beginning there were no universes, but there were all the stars, drinking the light of the uncreated spaces.
In the beginning there were no sun or moon or the planets, but they moved around in exact orbits, obeying the uncreated matter.
In the beginning there were no earth, but there were its green valleys, its yellow deserts, its mighty mountains, the abyssal chasms of the seas, the inhospitable glaciers and the drifting ices.
In the beginning there were no carnation nor herbs nor honeysuckles, but there were germinating, hidden in the deepest of the mystery.
In the beginning there were no animals, but there were the butterflies and the hummingbirds caressing the airs; the dolphin, embraced by playful waters; the fascinating serpent; the eyes of the tigers, the strength of the elephant and the mystery of the unicorn horn.
In the beginning there were no syllables, but all the words were already said; there was the word love, the word freedom and the word man.
In the beginning, nevertheless, there was nothing of this.
In the beginning there were no sounds, but there were all the languages yearning throats of generated men.
In the beginning there were no man, but there were all the peoples throwing their chains from long ago.
In the beginning there was nothing at all, but everything since ever was in there. There was the past time and the future, in sole nonexistent present. There was your friendly hand, the smile of the beloved; there is the promised kiss, the yearned kiss, the ignored kiss.
In the beginning, in commencements without start, the nonexistent time existed, the uncreated matter, the uncontained space, the form without body, the eternal origin, the infinite ending, the silent word, the unborn God, the Only, the Uncreated, the Absorbed in Itself. And it was called Brahma, Piromi, Kaos, Absolute, Primordial Matter and with other names in the times, trying to catch the essence of its self and its origin. And they also called Apeiron, Pneuma, Hyle, Logos, to the existing by Itself, to the absolute Atom, Original Nebula.
There in commencements without start, there was eternal, without needs, the Fundamental Essence, without desires, perpetuated on Itself.
Why the mystery of being born from its existence, the creative gods, the natural order and the eagerness of men?
And the mystery submerges in the mystery of the origin.