creation

First there's only the essence. Essence and essence and more essence. This essence is the most fertile soil, dense with all possibilities existent, imagined and as yet unimaginable. And all about this essence sprout the various forms that come in and out of being. All of which start out empty, as empty as the essence itself which continues its ceaseless pulsations throughout the gathering forms. Then the forms become more solid, but still soft and pliant with essence. And gradually, they harden into clear and unmistakable being, seemingly their own separate selves. At this stage, the essence hardly seems to permeate the creations. They appear almost to be independent objects, existing of themselves in boundless space. These appearances, however, remain but shells. A sort of crusting over of the essence into its most dense expression. Eventually this crust begins to crack and crumble. Sometimes suddenly, sometimes gradually. And the essence starts the process of consuming it back into itself once more. On and on this process goes, each form sprouting forth from the soil to become something new before returning to the essence from whence it came, to be renewed and recycled into fresh creation.