Zero is My Hero

I’ve been musing on how matter came from nothing — how everything solid began as a vibration too fine for the eye to catch.

One dot became two.

A line of dots began to form more lines until the first pattern took shape.

And here we are. Spirit in form. Light condensing into this present awareness.

The miracle of creation wasn’t as much the Big Bang itself, but the resounding echo — the way energy keeps remembering how to become form.

When sperm and egg unite, there’s a spark — not metaphorical but real — a burst of light as zinc ions ignite. It’s as if the universe can’t help but celebrate spirit meeting matter again.

Zero is my hero. Because zero is where everything resets — where I dissolve into the field of possibility.