The First Light

You are nowhere, because there is no where yet — no space to cross, no time to cross it in. Then everything, all at once, out of something smaller than a thought. It is not an explosion in a room; it is the room itself, swelling, doubling and doubling faster than light will ever again be allowed to move. Everything you have ever touched was once folded into that single point. And no one can tell you what, if anything, came before it.