In the beginning I have nothing, a vast expanse of perfect emptiness. Into this void I throw a handful of chaos with a pinch of order - bright colors hurting my eyes in the darkness. As it settles, my gaze wanders without direction, searching for the wiggly tail of meaning, entwined inside the mess. Spotting one, I lunge forward and grab it with both hands worried that it will disappear as soon as I look away. Slowly, surely, I brush away the surrounding distraction until it stands bright, clear and so obvious. Ah, so this is what I was feeling all along.

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