This Is Where It All Started

“Where are we?” asked Stewy.

“We’re at the beginning,” said Josh. “I’m glad you are here with me, Stewy.”

“Why am I here?” asked Stewy.

Josh stepped in close and whispered, “Do you think it is because of that one night?”

“That one night?” questioned Stewy.

“You and me?”

“I thought you weren’t going to tell anyone about that?” 

“I haven’t,” said Josh.

“Oh?”

“First ever mention, to tell you the truth.”

“Okay?

“But, maybe the universe thinks differently?”

“Do you think?”

“Well, you are here, aren’t you?”

“But, where are we, Josho?” asked Stewy.

“This is where it all started, the original blog,” said Josh.

“Here?” asked Stewy.

They both look around. Everything was white, colourless, a blank canvass.

They look back at each other.

“Oh, yeah, pretty much,” said Josh. “There was another post, here, where I made fun of Allah, but I took that down. My grandmother always said, just be nice.”

“Mine did too.”

“And, you know, who wants that aggravation.”

“Just for a laugh.”

“Yeah, just for a laugh,” said Josh.

“Ah, those crazy religious nuts.”

“Yeah,” said Josh. “So, this is where it originally started, then.”

They both look around. It is white as far as they can see, nothing but white.

“This is where it started.” Stewy makes a wide arm movement meant meaning to take the whole place in.

“Yes,” said Josh. He raises his hands up in the air. “This is where it started.”

They both look around again. Colourless. Featureless. Blank. An empty canvas.

“Wow! Who’d have thought. This place.” Stewy waves his arms around again.

“I know, it’s hard to believe now,” said Josh.

“Hard to believe now. Such an inauspicious place, you know, to start.”

“I know,” said Josh “There was nothing here.”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing,” said Josh.

“How it is when things start out.”

“So many people still can’t grasp that it all came from nothing,” said Josh.

“But have no problem making up stories to, er, explain, er, what they don’t know.”

“Fantastical stories,” said Josh. He suddenly had a large leather bound volume in his hands.

“Unbelievable stories.”

“Stories that becomes sacred,” said Josh.

“Simply because so many people said they were.”

“Stories that make no sense,” said Josh. He flicked through the pages of the old leather bound volume.

“Stories from which they take truths that aren’t even there.”

“Selectively,” said Josh.

“Even Cherry picking the bits that suit them.”

Josh tosses the old leather bound book into the air in front of him and then kicks it away.

“Anyway, there have been so many changes since then, of course,” said Josh.

Text begins to slide along the white ground like the opening crawl from Star Wars.

“So many changes,” said Stewy.

“And it is all the better for it,” said Josh. “So many improvements.”

“So many improvements.”

Text begins to slide across the white sky.

“It is so much better for it,” said Josh

“You have worked hard and made so many improvements.”

“Oh, yes, I’d like to think I have,” said Josh.

“You’ve really made something of all of this.”

Paragraphs begin to slide under their feet.

“I’m glad you have noticed,” said Josh. “It is very gratifying to have it noticed.”

“Oh, yes, I think it is very good.”

Text slides by where the white walls were

“Thanks, that means a lot,” said Josh.

“Well, you have worked hard.”

“Not as hard as I could have,” said Josh. “I wasted a lot of time, but I have been at it more recently.”

“Well, I still think you have done a good job.”

Paragraphs fill the walls, floor and ceiling, sliding past.

“That’s nice to hear,” said Josh. “It makes a change from patting myself on the back.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the way of the world, hey?”

“Hey?” said Josh. “So, I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

“Nah, of course not, that’s the way it goes.”

“That’s the way it goes?” said Josh.

“Yeah, sure. You pat yourself on the back until one day, against all odds someone, somewhere, may, possibly notice.”

“That sounds disheartening?” said Josh.

“Ha, if you are allergic to being disheartened, you’re in the wrong game, mate.”

“Wrong game?” said Josh.

“Sure. Grow thick skin!” said Stewy. “Or, get yourself a dog, it will be much easier in the long run.”

“Woof, woof,” said Josh.

“If you want to get noticed, it’s probably easier to start a religion, or buy a gun.”

“A cult, or a colt,” said Josh.

“There you go, you’ve got the idea.”

“Bang, bang.”