There couldn’t have been humbler beginnings ..or messier ones
In a Primordial soup , it started it’s life , in a chaotic mess it all began
In unformed thoughts , in guttural groans and in inarticulate sounds
In gestures and in paintings on caves , in necessity and may be in desperation too
Into this mess , it was born …no one knows from whence it came or how
It’s birth was not destined nor was it anticipated in any way ..
One day it wasn’t and the next day it just was ..the first Word came into existence
And then everything changed … the world would no longer be the same
The first Word was feeling lonely
So it dipped into the primordial soup and started creating more of it’s own kind
And before time , there were many of them
And then they started creating other things and remaking the world
They were Gods really…so they started by creating Gods ..
They invented War and then Diplomacy...they birthed Hatred
Then came Lust ….and closely on it’s heels , Love took form
And the more they created ..the more powerful they became
Thoughts were no longer unformed ..sounds were no longer inarticulate
Thoughts and sounds may have birthed Words ..
But once formed , Words rebirthed Thoughts and sounds ..
It is the weirdest cycle of life..
They rule us now , these Words ..
They are omnipotent …they can be empty and mean nothing
They can also mean the world …they hurt ..they soothe
They create ..they destroy ..they inspire. They deflate…
They are omniscient …they know everything ..
And without them nothing can be known ..
They inform …they obfuscate…they confuse ..and they edify ..
They are shapeshifters ….they can be dense like a winter fog…
And clear as a spring morning…
They are the medium and the message…
The beginning ..the end and the middle too..
The world birthed them and they birthed whole new worlds..
It is true what they say ..
In the Beginning. There was the Word..
But the Word was not with God..
The Word was God.