I see the light, an endless and dizzying array of colors;
Stained glass without a picture, broken to a myriad of pieces
And scattered over everything.
I hear the sound, a cacophony of noise and static;
Shrill voices shouting at each other ceaselessly about nothing
Drowning out all others.
I feel my surroundings, a chilling maelstrom;
A buffering tumult that fights to tear all things apart in all directions
A cold that numbs the senses and mind.
I see the lights shift, gathering, taking shape
Beginning to move, beginning to organize.
I hear the voices harmonize,
Starting to sing as one, starting to hear one another.
I feel the atmosphere change, the winds settle
A comforting warmth sets into a gentle rhythmic sway.
The colors find patterns, and the patterns dance in unison.
The voices coalesce into one tone, throbbing gently and steadily.
The warmth sets in, penetrating all, the whole world swaying in tune.
The triad converges:
The colors dance as the clouds;
The sound settles to a heartbeat;
The air, as a another's open arms.
One existence, constant, strong, pure.
It is all and always:
Infinitely complex, so simple only a child can understand;
Too large to grasp, too small to hold;
A great paradox that makes more sense than anything;
The entirety of nothing.
I saw it, I heard it, I felt it, and for the first time, I existed.