What happened?

In the beginning. What happened in the beginning? Something happened way way back then and "we don't know do we?" Nope the Bible doesn't know and the evolutionary biologists don't know. Something very strange occurred, that we can be sure of. And since we don't have a birds eye view and we're left purely to speculation we'll dull it down into a tame, more agreeable parcel of history 

We'll calmly name it and what occurred authoritatively and let a research group from some university explain it all to us in non religious terms. 

They of course know the truth right or do they? Do they know that some great seismic force didn't materialize a planet in it’s strange orbital course in the abyss of the Heavens. We'll never perhaps know the truth if this short speculative journey ends in the local cemetery or not. I'll die my death, it won't be easy. I'll be scared. I'll run out of oxygen or go without vital fluids and sustenance for a week while my bodily organs shut down. I'll have few visitors at my cheap service and then I'll go lay in that cold earth. I’ll go through the cold Canadian winters joining hundreds of millions, billions more of them pilgrims and former travelers. I'll return to the ages where most who ever were are. 

Maybe there with my rotting flesh I'll realize that behind everything is a genius that can tame and reorder the entire timeline of history. I'll meet the force I now speak to and that speaks to me when the world offers me few friends. I'll know who I'll be talking to on that day because I talk to Him now.

The hour will either prove me right or wrong in my certainty about love and good governing since the prehistoric ages from time immortal. Back there in the ageless abyss of nothing where the great Being exists with His unfathomable secrets. Where does an infinite God live but the alcoves amid universes unseen.

 All my disappointments either way I predict will be long left behind me. If the soil beckons me to a final end I'll rest there, and not hear them perhaps, while busily the blue jays and the sparrows dance in the spring grasses below where the willow tree blossoms its leaves above me.