Emo Philosophy III

Um... this one is a metaphor.... Once upon a time.... actually 'once' is not the right word to begin this story.  It could possibly be 'at many points upon the spectrum of the infinite'  or perhaps  'on occasion that has occurred in a repeated instance since the beginning of time' .... ok.... there was a girl... or rather a feeling.... not that she didn't exist, that she was in anyway intangible; in fact, she was even more real than the computer screen that you are staring at right now or the fingers that are pushing keys many miles away. It was less 'her' that was intangible and more where she existed that was truly incomprehensible to the human mind.  Thus my understanding is limited and my description even more so.  

Language is one of the worst forms of communication and throughout history has assuredly caused more sorrow than joy.... but this girl/feeling is beyond history.  The place she 'lived', (the word does not describe it properly, but is used as an alternative to 'existed' as the latter has the feeling of non-being, draining all the colour out of being), was infinite and momentary.

And colour there was in this place/non-place.  A deep blue like the sea after a winter storm, underlain by a power of feeling and emotion.  Or maybe it was vibrant blue like an electric current that shocked and amazed all who looked upon it..... if anyone else existed, lived, or had found themselves conscious, electric charges racing along highways to nodes and creating patterns of recognition and awe....  awe at the colour that is an entity unto itself..... But this feeling was still alone in the dark or the place where no colour existed. She attempted at various times to create colour.  Each of these fell far short of the Entity Colour and though she arrayed herself in various vestments of her creation the lack was yet apparent. 

One day/night/point/eternal moment as she was wandering the infinite expanse that was her realm, never moving because every point was one and the same and no point was the same point at any given time.  As she was wandering she came across a pool of glass that rippled and bubbled as she moved through/in/over/under/above it.  She sat before the pool as it became silent rising like a wall of polished black crystal and looking at it she saw the entity colour staring back from the pool. 

It was a deeper colour than one could ever imagine and more full of emotion than one would ever think possible.  Inside rose up a feeling, the first that ever existed.  It was not love or hate, anger or joy.  It was not envy nor malice, not pride nor exultation.  It was the first feeling, the one that all these sub-feelings have since come from.  These sub-feelings do as little to bring comprehension to this original feeling as my words would in describing the feeling of love.   This was the point at which all that humanity has ever felt was born.