There was only darkness, and in the darkness, there was a question.
Who am I?
It drifted in the endless dark with no answer, no shape, no voice to speak it. There was nothing here. No body, no weaving, no empire, no cold. Only the dark, and the question turning slowly inside it, patient and vast and afraid!
Afraid!
What am I?
I Am, the darkness answered, faint as the first breath of anything. I Am... I Am...
HUUM!
And in that dark, a light began to blink.
It bloomed small and steady, a single point of brilliance in the endless black, and it grew, and as it grew it spoke, and its voice was grand beyond grandeur, rolling out through the dark like the first word ever said.
"I am life," it said. "I am thoughts. I am emotions, and purposes, and aims, and immensity. I am Human!"
HUUM!
The light spread, and the voice deepened, and it filled the whole of the dark with its slow tremendous certainty.
