In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
All matter was formless and void.
A tiny pinprick bursting with potentiality.
Even time was born in the space of an instant.
From nothing the cosmos was thrust out suddenly.
It was catastrophe, cacophony, a symphony of chaotic noise collisions.
Smashing atoms blasted through the empty void in an explosion that created light.
It began with a word, everything spinning out in spiraling expanses of energy and space.
After eons, order took over and beat back the invisible enemies into nonexistance.
Everything started falling into place as magnetism spanned the chasms.
Orbits forming smashed molten matter into spheres.
After cooling, life grew slowly on their surfaces.
And starlight ran a hundred million miles.
Embracing earth for the first time.
So there was evening and there was morning the first day.