At this point, the greater cosmology of all things had already begun its tumultuous tumbling of choatic creation. The planets were nothing but infinitely small masses, coercing through a medium so strong in forces and pressures that the combination into functional collusions of coinciding matter units was completely impossible. As they passed through time, space became more coherent. Some particles ascended to "higher" or "lower" levels*, though they did not comprehend this transition as much as you would not comprehend the transition between your waking and sleeping moments if you had suddenly gone into a coma.
The Goddess sat on her perch, watching the cascading excellence of her understood masterpiece, "All is Chaos, and all is how it should be. Because it is, and in simplicity, what else could be more than all?"
In her quiet, timeless existence she contemplated all forces, great and small. She contemplated all unions, all divisions, all cultures, civilizations, and extreme circumstances possible within the mutable law structure of this infinite** mishmash.
As time moved forward even more, the thoughts which had predominated over the realm of chaos began to coalesce into power structures. Atoms combined, forming stable elements to be used in the construction of planets, which housed a variety of attempts to achieve an ultimate state of existence; a fluid construct of the chaotic manifestation of the great Goddess herself.
Conscious life appeared, and from it spawned a grand illusion headed by the snake-eyed sower if blasphemous indoctrination, Greyface.
"Take this world for example; how does it exist? It exists only due to the order of the overarching universe; cosmically we are meant to be ordered, just as the planets above, so as here on Earth."
Greyface's illusion of order crept into the mind of the Goddess, her vision scorned by a thought so chaotic that it brandished itself capable of destroying the beauty that was her ultimate vision. With utmost ferocity, Goddess reentered the world of consciousness, pressuring the pineal glands of her most beloved and interconnecting life's experience with cosmic chaotic wonder; insuring within the humble creatures of consciousness a vision unreached by the falseness of the elusive lie of Greyface.
*these levels are not particular, nor are they set in any way. all things are connected through the infinite confusitory acclimations of The Goddess.
**though infinite, this structure of infinity is only one of many structures.
