Once upon a time (well not really “time”) there was a dot. This dot was not big nor was it small, it was not square or circular and it was not quite any one colour but all the colours mixed together. It was not black nor white but shiny and bright. It was a bit of everything yet completely nothing. This is its story, the story of the dot.
This story starts long before you or your grandparents were born. Back before your grandparent’s parents parents parents, when the world did not exist. There was just the dot and empty space. There were no planes, not even any automobiles, and no planets, stars, or mars bars. In fact, there weren’t even galaxies, just empty space and a dot.
Now way back then on a cold and black day (most, well all days were cold and black because there was nothing anywhere to make it anything else but cold and black) just before the dawn of time the dot all of a sudden, out of the blue, grew and grew and grew. As the dot grew it began to think. It thought about how boring it was because nothing existed aside from empty space and cold black days. So the dot thought of what it could do to make its day’s interesting and new. It thought and thought and thought till its thinker was blue and then it knew just what to do.
The dot began by breaking up into many little dots. There was so many dots that they filled all of the space that there was. Then each dot except for one transformed and changed, changed, and changed…
First of all, the dots turned into galaxies and stars and mars bars. Then suns and moons and spoons. Then the dot that was now apart of everything thought to make one more planet that it would call earth. So the one little dot that was left grew bigger and bigger and bigger. Then, like before, that humungous dot broke into many little dots and all the new dots but one began to change. They changed, and changed and changed…
And so earth was created along with people of all kinds and lemon rinds. Birds and beasts, monsters and mountains and much, much more. For each little dot turned unto something new, everything from shoes to planes to cars and even you. But the dot was not done, for there still was one dot left. The one dot that was left began to transform into a thing some like not. The last dot of all, not big or small, not short or tall, became what ticks every second, what we call a day or a month or a year. The last dot of all changed once and for all to time – time with no end or beginning.
That is how some people think we came to be, from a dot that was not big or small, short or tall, square or circular; and not any one colour but all mixed together. The dot wasn’t black or white but shiny and bright. So think if you will, about how we came to be and think of the dot and your reality. Think hard till your thinker turns blue in order to decide what you want to believe is true. Now remember in times of doubt that it’s not how we came to be but why we did that makes life count.
Written by: Josh Enns
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