Nothingness. Then, a pinpoint of energy, flickering, pulsating in the darkness. It is warm and inviting. All-loving and all inclusive. All knowing and humble. Soon that little point of light grows and evolves, tumbling, and turning. Changing. Soon a small form can be seen. It suddenly has a shape and a form. It is physical, crass. Time goes by, and the flicker is hidden under more and more layers. Shells. Covers. The flicker is forgotten. But it is still there, still flickering. A constant flame, keeping on. Holding the mass together, keeping it alive. Until the day the shell is shattered, making the little flicker visible once again.