Once upon a time, there was nothing.
It was not upon a time. There was no time.
Can you see it? Of course not. You’re only human, after all.
Jaime wasn’t. She was a Spider. Not a spider, with eight legs, related to the scorpion, catcher of flies, and inhabitant of uncleaned corners, but a Spider, who spun together tales and lives, and felt every thread connecting every particle of the world dance in holy discord. She knew a lot, felt a lot, and saw a lot, and lived many lives both simultaneously and consecutively. But no matter what life she lived or what species she chose, she always knew. She knew exactly how everything worked, even when she didn’t know exactly. This was because she did not exist.
She did not exist in the Not-Time, and she does not exist now. You’ve probably met her, one of her, or seen her on the street, busy not existing as she usually does. You might have forgotten. She has that effect on people sometimes.
If she had existed, she would have been a god.
You see, the thing was, she didn’t want to exist. Existence was boring, always the same, cut off from yourself. Very few humans have figured this out. That’s why it’s better to be a Spider. You get to go outside, in a metaphorical sense.
“I don’t exist, I am.” She thought to herself as she spun a web, walked through the subway, stalked impala in Africa, swam the deep Pacific, flew high above the earth.
And she was and is right. Just because you’re incorrect doesn’t mean you’re wrong.
She was true.
And if you look closely, you can see that all of everything is inside her, in her soul, her mind, her eyes, even though she in turn is just a tiny part of everything. Because everything is nothing, and nothing is everything.
And if you look even closer, you can see that the same is true for you too.
You simply have to stop existing,
and start being.