Mr. Naught woke up to a new day, filled with nothing. He arose from his bed and put on… nothing. He went down to have his breakfast, which was… nothing.
Now dressed, he went to his work, just as he did every day. His work kept him busy with nothing. He had no friends, no family, no money, as there was as nothing in his world. Did he have life?
Well, he certainly knew who he was. He was Mr. Naught—though he could not remember how he knew that, because there was no one to tell him that–since there was no-one or nothing in nothing but nothing itself. This had been for as long as he could remember. And thus it continued.
Until one morning, Mr. N. arose with a strange thought. Could there be anything besides nothing? Once that weird thought entered his head, he just could not stop thinking about it. What would it look like? What name could he give to it? On and on this thought bounced around in his head like a ping-pong ball.
After a long time of pondering this crucial question, could there even exist some thing that was not nothing, he realised at he, at least, had a name for this not-no-thing, and it was “Something”. So where is this something? Where could he find it? Where should he even look?
Well, we know that Mr. N. could look forever and never find any thing. Nevertheless, Mr N. was determined and set off on his journey to find Something. After searching and searching for a very long, suddenly something very strange happened to him—he felt something. This was the first time he had felt anything, for Mr. N. also had never felt anything before. How could he, as he was Mr. Naught? So this was indeed new.
And what was this new feeling of his? It was that he felt… lonely. Then he thought, what if he could make a little nothing to play with. Then he would no longer be alone. So the quest was, how? How could he create little nothings? He would have to fashion something out of nothing that was not-nothing.
But wait—is that exactly the opposite of the world he lived in? After searching for a long time, he still found… nothing. He was getting desperate. He cried out to the nothing (for that is all he knew), “Please, please I have to find something. I know it exists somewhere.” Over and over again, until one day, he came upon a fantastic idea. What if he wove strands of nothing one upon the other, over and over, until this woven tapestry separated nothing from nothing, like a curtain separating one nothing from another? Perhaps that is the way to separate one nothing from another nothing?
So he started this process, and carefully took a slice of nothing, and twisted it around nothing, again and again, until he had one piece of nothing that was made up of lots of nothings, surrounded by the nothing that he had become used to. What had emerged was a means of separating the nothing. In his elation he found a word for this process, and he called it the Tzimtzum, and the tapestry that emerged he called Parkod.
Anyways, the result of all his work was the creation of a this and a that, like Siamese twins with two heads and one body. As time passed, he became more and more familiar about this Parkod that had became a part of his existence, and they began to talk to one another. He came to know her, for she was just another nothing, and suddenly he realised that he was no longer lonely. This made him very happy, another emotion.
He really liked this other nothing, so they decided to get married, and started having children. Thus soon there were a whole bunch of nothings running around and creating lots of work for Mr. N. who now had many children to attend to.
So he devised a plan. That plan has been written in a strange book which we have to this day, and have been trying to decipher for centuries, represented by a strange and mysterious key that we call Etz HaChaim—which is a whole other story.
Only some of his children survived, and grew up to produce children of their own. One day, his whole family got together, and he shared his original desire with them, the desire that had set him on this journey. He said to them, “Although we are happy to be together, and although I am no longer alone, I still have to find out if there is something that is not nothing.” In the beginning, his family was shocked at his words. “How could there be anything else but nothing?” they wondered. But after a while, seeing that he was insistent, and it continued to irk him, they decided that they would try and help him, as, after all, he was their father, and without him, they would not have existed.
So they all got together and worked on the problem. Until one magical day, pooling all their energy and talent, and focusing fully on something… using the same mysterious technique by which he had produced his children, they produced a ripple in nothing. Now, you must understand that this was a new thing, for nothing had not produced anything except nothing up to this point. Again and again, they worked at producing these ripples in nothing, and gave the name Aur to these ripples. Then, they began to weave these ripples, Aur, but this time they took these ripples, and directed all these ripples down a specific path, one with another, until they met and interacted with each other. They grew bigger and bigger, stronger and stronger, until like a massive wave crashing on the shore, there was something!
Field:
- Area of containment
- Certain order or arrangement
- No space, no time.
Duality:
- attraction and repulsion
- energy is promiscuous
If e-m ‘slows’ down, more dense.
Equivalent energy contained now, trapped, bounded (just as our (divine) energy is trapped in a body of skin (Or), where the soul is a higher form of said energy.
Boundary:
- Place of rejection and attraction
- Just as skin is same cells as rest of body, but has different forms (which are repeated at smaller scales).
Bifurcation points:
Not every possible reality can emerge at every point. Although there are potential infinite paths for each person at each point, just as there are an infinite amount of potential numbers, each new point is constrained by its history, and thus has only limited possibilities for emergence. At each point, there is a choice and whichever you choose lights up a certain path and the rest retreat into the shadows.