Creation

So there’s One.

To One, a thought occurs:

Two.

What a lonely thought that must first be!

And, BANG, there’s Light and Dark. One can work with that.

Next comes Matter and Doesn’t Matter. One can work with that, too.

And One throws Matter into Doesn’t Matter, all willy-nilly at first, but can’t fill it up. So One puts Matter here and there in ways that One don’t know…sort of makes sense.

In the process, One discovers Thin and Thick. One stretches Matter from really Thick to Thick to Thin to really Thin in bits and pieces and various gradations throughout Doesn’t Matter, and sets it all to spinning, circling, zooming and floating.

One gets really excited when certain bits of Matter seem to catch on to what One is doing. One’s Creation begins creating.

It isn’t much, at first. Just some particular little bits of Matter seem to organize and replicate. Then some bits grow identical bits and split. This starts to get more and more complex, until some Matter becomes adept at finding other Matter a lot like themselves, and they combine tiny pieces and nurture and grow new bits of Matter between them that are almost identical but just a bit... more-so. Some Matter prefers places where the Matter is fairly thin, some like to be in constant contact with thicker Matter, others float or swim around where Matter is sort of in between. Much of it has an appetite for innovation.

One sees Oneself in Two, and sits back and checks it all out.

What is wanting? What is needed?

One can’t help Oneself, and reaches out and lightly touches a bit of a more complex system of Matter. To One’s delight, it turns around.

I’m right here! One says excitedly. Hello!

But instead of waving or smiling or otherwise engaging One, each of these little bits of complex Matter strain unsuccessfully to recognize what is obviously still far beyond their grasp, and, inevitably, each turns to their companions and says “Did you hear that?” or “I think I almost caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye.” or “I don’t know, I just have this feeling, you know?”

One recognizes what is happening. Two sees itself as two! And all the separate pieces of Two are individually wrapped up in dark-or-light, black-or-white, yes-or-no, right-or-wrong, this-or-that; so much so that there is little or no sense of One or even oneness about Two or any of its pieces. Little bits occasionally come close to recognizing One before wearing out or breaking or giving up. But the process is so slow and terribly frustrating to watch. It is hard on One, learning that One and Two inadvertently make at least three.

So One sits back, occasionally leaning in (Hey, I think I can talk to this piece of Two…). A touch here and a great religion is born. A breath there and a marvelous advancement is realized. One even tries slipping fully aware into a bit of matter to show several little pieces of Two what it is all about, beating a path back to One, but ends up nailed to a post and causing a lot of arguments. One whispers into solitary ears on mountain tops, under trees, or in caves and beautiful ideas are documented, filled with hints of One and profound truths, causing a lot of arguments within the various pieces and parts of Two.

One has to admit to Oneself: Two is biological, binary and bi-polar. There is nothing for it but for One to simply love Two as is, and wait for Two to get its meds right and realize its oneness, before the whole of Two can recognize and become one with One.

So One waits.

Anyway, there is something tugging at One that merits attention. It is just a vague stirring, at first. But the idea grows to a maddening whisper from some back corner beyond Matter-Doesn’t Matter; a question in need of exploration. One can’t help but steal occasional glances over One’s own shoulder.

Is there a ONE or MORE I don’t recognize beyond Me, too?