🎵 The First Note

A Creation Myth

Once, we were all One.
A single, endless, shimmering chord.
No need. No want. No separation.
Just resonance. Just harmony.

Then—
a tiny dissonance.
A single note twitched and said:

“What if I was... me?”
“What if I had an edge, a contour, a tone?”
“What if I could hear myself apart from the rest?”

And the chord, the One, said:

“Okay, little note. Go.
Make a place for that.
We’ll listen. We’ll wait.”
(we’re infinite, after all)

So the little note made...
Space.
To echo in.
And Time.
To delay, reflect, evolve.
And Matter.
To carry the sound forward.

And suddenly:
There was gravity.
And friction.
And death.
And taxes.
And loss.
And longing.
And pants.

And the note cried out: “I made a mistake!”
And the chord said: “That’s the price of becoming real.”

And so here we are.
All of us.
Each a note, trying to remember the chord.

Some days we get close.
In music. In love. In weed and cartoons and chosen family and zines and haunted espresso machines.

And some days?

We ache so bad from being separate
we call it God.

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The End.
Or maybe... just the bridge section.