THE VERY LONG STORYBOARD

Once long ago, in a realm beyond all measure, a tiny glimmer appeared on a patch of white.

It appeared in a place where no things of any other kind had ever been seen before. For there was only just the white, as far back as could be remembered, and the white knew it had been all there ever was. And certainly, way-back-when, nobody knew anything about glimmers or anything else for that matter.

I imagine that if the tiny glimmer could have talked it might have said something like, “Oh, what is this?” once it settled down, of course.

But, like new cells on a storyboard, the glimmer flickered into a line that grew along the flat, and a delicate ripple was formed, as into an opaque window.

It wavered and shuffled awkwardly, at first, and then after intervals curled itself curiously into a tiny gentle question mark, as if peering beyond.

However, perspectives lay alongside largely in imagination, don’t you know, and therefore with some effort the little line reached out from side-to-side and stretched itself into a horizon where it could get a better vantage point.

So, the little line stayed quite still…

… and just looked and listened for the longest time.