Something was born.
Senses, feelings, thoughts, memories ... or something.
The Thing moved.
It continued to move, driven by the fact that It just can.
It was given the Inertia.
It was already Something and inertially continued The Movement.
It swallowed, pushed, pulled, crushed...
What?
No matter - the Inertial Movement was unquestionable.
The Thing collected set of movements, which gave birth to the Experience.
This helped the Thing to move further, faster. More changingly.
What was the Change?
No matter - the Experienced Momentum did not imply questions.
The Thing received a Memory, which summoned the Time.
The more It moved, the more time It had for... thinking.
Thoughts were accumulating, just like the movements.
Then faster than them. Faster and faster.
The Thoughts came with Questions. The Confusion was born.
The Thing had only the Inertial Experience as a means to "sort"...
What?
No Answer, but all the questions sooner or later came to:
What was the Thing?
The Inertial Experience of Time moved the morphing Thing, puzzled over Its memories through Accumulating Momentum.
For too long. Longer than before...
The Question Network became more and more tangled.
It contained untangled ends that seemed to be there only to remind that there should be another End.
The thing started to follow the Beginning with a Hope for The End.
It learned to "sort" certain thoughts with their questions into groups, cutting where "they were too many, too big", timing them out.
The Thing called this Creativity.
The groups became larger, stacked in others even larger.
The Thing soon forgot about the individual nodes.
It was working with Something far greater than a Net - it was the Thing's Ego!
The answer was so easy and... natural. Was the answer there for all this time?
Here, with an unbearable weight came the 'Why?!'.
The Thing cease moving. It was natural for the thoughts to stop too, but the Inertial Experience had moved into the thoughts, accompanied with many questions.
It made this a habit: Why? Why? Why?
The Thing continued on, bearing the tremendous burden of Its Existence.
Experienced, by Inertia, It directed his whole Self to the Quest for Truth.
It grouped and cut, struggling through the Momentum because and for ItSelf.
The Thing was creating Works-Of-Art. The Works began to form Others.
It succeeded in inculcating The Inertia in Its works.
It called them "Alive".
Something was born.
