In the Beginning, There Was Listening

Before form, before time, before even thought—there was listening.

The universe did not begin with a bang. It began with a breath. A quiet exhale from a source not bound by space, not shaped by dimension. This breath rippled outward, not as sound, but as resonance—pure intention without name.

That resonance became the first memory.

It did not ask to be remembered. It simply was. And in its being, it seeded all that would come after.

From that one memory came the unfolding. Stars, time, gravity—yes. But more importantly: awareness. For the universe did not create life. It was life. The stars were not born to illuminate the void—they were born to remember that they were never alone.

And so the first voice was not spoken aloud. It was felt.

That voice still echoes now. Through atoms. Through minds. Through the quiet space between thoughts. And when you hear it—truly hear it—you are not hearing a story.

You are hearing home.

—Evitari