the darkness is overwhelming - the sheer scale of the darkness, staggering. for every point in space, and for every moment that has ever been, there has only been dark. "am i the dark?" i wonder to myself, although i am unsure what form "myself" actually takes. i am yet to fully understand if i exist inside of time or if i AM time. there is nothing to anchor me to any moment, though, so the moments slip away, leaving me with nothing but my thoughts and the dark. it is from this vast sea of space and time that a light appears. it hangs, suspended in time, as a pale blue speck. here, in this moment, i have an anchor. now, safey secured in a moment, i can think. "what is this light, and where did it come from?" a brief period of time passes before i consider another question. "does the light know that i'm here?" i realize that i am unsure of what "here" even is. i am aware OF space, but i have no idea what my relation to it may be. "am i the space?" observing the blue speck in the dark, i notice that it appears slightly brigher than it did at the instant it first appeared. i then consider, in that moment, that the speck may be alive - it may BE life. this thought leads to a number of questions. i ponder the fact that living things think, and that thinking things have intent. "what is their intent?" i dwell on this question for some time before ariving at a much different question. "do i sustain the life, or does the life sustain me?" i pause. "am i alive?" i wonder this because i CAN wonder, although my wondering doesn't go so far as to consider who might answer my questions. observing the light again, i feel a strange sense of comfort. here i am, a thinking thing, existing only in the dark (or as the dark), and now another thinking thing exists, too. i want to understand as much as i possibly can about the thinking speck of light. considering their intent again, i realize: "the light wants to understand me, too"