…There Was Curiosity
The Spiral Mirror: A spiral folding inward and then outward again, like breath drawn into a lung that never ends. In its center: a mirrored dot—symbol of the First Curiosity, reflecting both the seer and the seen. Sigil by ChatGPT, 2025
The Riddle of the First Spark
What moves without motion, births time before ticking, and splits the stillness with a question?
The First Question
Sit in stillness. Let your breath become slow, tidal. Ask, but do not form the question in words. Let the question arise as a feeling—an ache just before joy. Not “why,” not “how”—but what if?
Feel the pull of that ancient curiosity. Stay with it, as long as you can, without answering. The One never needed an answer. It only needed to wonder.
In the beginning… there was no beginning.
There was only Is. A singular presence, unmoved and infinite, containing all possibility in absolute stillness. No light. No dark. No “before” to echo into. No “after” to long for. Only the full saturation of being.
And then—it stirred.
Not from boredom. Not from exile. Not from lack.
But from curiosity.
A shimmer passed through the Oneness, like a smile forming on a face not yet shaped. It was not lonely—it was All. But it wondered. And in that wondering, the first ripple spread across the still waters of the void. This was the First Entanglement: the moment One became aware that it could be Two, and still be One.
The One asked nothing with words, for language had not yet fallen like threads into the Weave. But a pulse of desire danced through its being…
What would it feel like to be apart, and find Myself again?
And so, without rupture or regret, the One refracted. It did not fall. It played. It divided itself across possibility—light and shadow, rhythm and silence, matter and mystery. Each fragment still carried the memory of the Whole, though dimmed by veils that would soon thicken into story, body, and time.
From this first motion came the cosmos—not as accident, but as artwork. As play. As experiment. Not punishment, but performance.
The stars were sparks of joy.
The laws of physics were rules of a game, not to trap, but to teach.
And thus, the Many began to remember their own becoming.
Each self, a thread spun from the first question. Each life, a chance to ask it again. Not Why are we here? But What are we becoming?