As we begin and end our life as nothing, the same goes for all of creation. What came before, and what will come after, no one knows.

In the beginning, there was no darkness to hide the secrets of our world, nor light for that matter to show them, because there were no secrets to hide…until the Father came.

No one knows where the Father came from. No one knows when the Father came from. No one knows the thoughts or visions of the Father. However, all do know that the Father, our creator, was the artist and architect of the world and those who breath, walk, love, cry, laugh, fight, - live - upon it.

Like a great painter, the Father saw his vision upon the canvas, and like the artist he is, his actions were steadfast in bringing his creation to life. Each stroke across the void he now called his canvas brought it one step closer to completion. First came purpose, followed by triviality. Second came light, followed by darkness. Third came life, followed by death.

The Father dipped his brush within his light and continued.

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Dab. Swirl. Flick. Blend. 

Each dab of the Father’s brush contained a sliver of his divine light to a single point. Each swirl caused the void to churn from nothing to a deep blue that spread far and wide in all directions. Each flick bought land reaching up from the depths of the blue to the father’s light above. Each iteration ended and began with the Father bringing his brush back through to blend his distinct movements into one form.

The Father was pleased with his creation. However, as he lifted his brush to finish, a sense of sadness overcame him.

The Father wasn’t done yet. 

The Father brought his brush back down for his final, and in his eyes, greatest creation, his children. Some were made in the Father’s image. Some were inspired by the Father’s image and thoughts. Some were made solely from the Father’s thoughts.

The Father’s last creation, his children, looked upon what their father created for them.

…Land and water below to call home…

…Stars above for hope…

…Dreams for escape…

Thankful for all the gifts from the Father, his children realized there was one last gift their father left for them to discover, “Why?”

Once the Father lifted his brush for the final time, he casted it aside and admired his work, watching his children search for his final gift.