The beginning of time existed before the beginning of time, because something had to cause that spark, so it was there earlier, waiting, dormant as a winter seed. Earlier, eons before there was a before, there was an era of infinity, unlimited existence, always present if there is such a thing, for there must be a start, always a point of creation. But departure, inhibited and fortunate, embarks nevertheless. A grouse hunting for elusive conifer needles.

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