Discontent with the true In the Beginning, much has been done to suppress it. Not believable, something that only the unlearned would even consider as truth. In its place, as is always the case, chaos has been inserted as the “beginning.” Millions of years, motions, organisms—this is how we came to be. A democratized explosion of events leading to form, matter—order? Chaos, controlled.
But this beginning presented to us, a chaotic proposition, struggles to bring into account the order that was already present—space and time. Existing before was abounding blankness upon which an Author could create—a blankness only preceded by this Author Himself. The Beginning is Him expounding and expanding upon His already established work.
While it is true that chaos can be turned to beauty, that messiness can again be clean, “again be clean” implies that it was once clean before, that an order existed before the disorder. It is the expounding and expanding of the Creative Authority that brings about cycles of order and disorder. It is not randomness that brings about order. And it is not explosions that bring about life, existence.
What all does this matter? We’re here regardless. Why fight about how we got here and how here got here? Because it is the atomization of anything and everything that brings us to where and who we are today. Chaos abounding, respect for nothing. Living without boundaries or constraints, because life has been deceitfully presented to us as just that, unconstrained formlessness turned to form.
Those who seek to maintain and escalate the current milieu wield a derision against one Authority, one Creator. A derision so effective that even some who believe the one Authority do so without belief in the Creator. But what if that changed? What if The Beginning experienced a renewal? Perhaps boundaries and constraints would again resurge—as well as order, properly defined.