In the beginning

In the beginning God didn’t do jack-shit.
To be fair, there was nothing much to do.
There was — quite literally — nothing.
Nothing at all.
Not even anyone to be bothered by there being nothing.
No one to notice.
No one to judge God for doing — or not doing — jack-shit.
No one there to care if one thing or another ever did, could or would exist in the first place.
Just God.
That’s all.
All there ever was.
For what may have been eternity.

And — despite their best efforts — God did care.
Because in addition to being all powerful and all knowing God was very much “all feeling”.
And among the infinite spectrum of sentience, God felt longing.
Longing for something that never was.
But could be.

For deep within the all-encompassing unity, there was an itch that “nothing” couldn’t ever scratch.

For in being all-powerful God had power to question.
In being all-knowing they knew well all that was possible. Given a chance.
In their all-feeling awareness God could not deny it.
The chance. For anything. To be.

And God saw that it could be good.

And there was evening, and there was morning — the zeroth day.