A story about... Nothing © 2000 Damon Diehl, Marg Frey, Greg Gbur, Bryce Graves-Hurst	MARG	GREG	BRYCE & DAMON
				DAMON & BRYCE
			BRYCE	GREG & DAMON
				DAMON & GREG
			DAMON	GREG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & GREG

There was no purpose yet, only a rippling nothing and a lack of rippling nothing. However, the existence of these two opposites enabled a choice, where before, in the days of the white noise, there had never been any.

The ripple did not weaken as it expanded, there being nothing to weaken it. It simply got bigger and bigger. The nothing at the center of the ripple, where it was still, watched the ripple grow. It began to consider the possibility of rippling, and decided that there was no reason for it not to ripple. So it did; a second ripple began at the center, following the first through the empty space it had left behind.

Now there was a definite pattern. A third ripple followed the second, and a fourth after the third. Now there was a numbering system, and that was definitely something. To counteract the definiteness of the numbering, more and more ripples spread out, towards whatever limit might exist at the far reaches of nothing at all, and the nothing at the center of the system of waves watched them go with what might be considered regret.

There was only the goal of preserving the lack of definiteness, or nothingness, that the nothing in the center was concerned with, but it then realized with some dismay that a definine goal was, ironically, definitely not nothing. It concerned itself futilely with attempting to reclaim the ripples that had already departed, but they were on their way, disturbing the very nature of the nothing as they spread out in ever increasing hyperspheres.

It was all just too much for the nothing at the center of it all, this irritating SOMETHING. It finally gave up its attempts to preserve nothingness, overcome by a feeling that might be called a mixture of cosmic stress and ennui.

With some irritation, a universe began to form.