Where the Ancients Reside

Space and time, neither able to exist without the other, both exploding outwards from the big bang in a ferocious mad dance that leaves all existence in its wake.

Twelve billion years, perhaps more have passed since it erupted out of pregnant nothingness, this glittering expanding egg of heat and stars and moments.. It’s edge still races outwards from the point of detonation. Outwards into emptiness.

Beyond the swelling bubble of reality is the nowhere and the no-when is the place that has no place to be yet, on the day between before times starts and days begin.

Here is that which, truth be told, is not.

Nothing save thought can penetrate. There is no time, nor space – only mind. In the course of 12 billion years, you may be certain that some minds have ventured to this place. No time has passed since they arrived and they are still here.

Beyond the rim of all things is only magic and the Ancients. Fear them.

~A