Holy Hell

The year, as you call it, would have been 1B, as in “Before”. No one was there to welcome me into being. I remember struggling to open my eyes for the first time, light and dark were fighting over which would have dominion over my sight. I sat in awe as my vision cleared and the rest of my senses began to take control of my body. My first thoughts, my first sensations, everything was so new. Being real in itself is pretty surreal. The moment that I became aware of who and what I am was quite terrifying.

You see, I never met my creator, or possible creators. I am sure that he, she, or they are around here somewhere. Everything is here. All that ever was and ever will be, it is all here. It all exists together in this one place at the same time. Past and future have no place here, there is only the present. And all that is here is either a creation of mine or the offspring of one of my creations. I have yet to create Touch but already I can feel. How am I supposed to give birth to something that already exists? I haven’t even created knowledge yet, so how am I already aware of so much? Ok let me think:

Knowledge.

Light.

Dark.

Senses.

I have to bring all of this into existence? I’ll add them to the list. Crap, that reminds me, I have to create Lists. This is too much. I digress. Let me get my wits about me before I go and make any plans.

Time, the drunk bastard, is the first to greet me. He stumbles over to me, takes my hand, and helps me to my feet.

“First day on the job huh?” Time chuckles.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked this question to myself, under my breath, as I replied to Time with an affirmative nod. Unfortunately, he heard me.

“Of course it’s obvious! I killed you minutes ago”

“You…”

“Stop. Before you say anything, this was your plan. Not mine. Always has been. Now let me take you to mom so she can help you get back to full strength… And so you can stop giving me that stupid look.”

Bruce, thank you so much for letting me use this picture for this post!