"Neither Beginning nor End nor Now. Only the Voice. The Voice was running. The Voice was screaming. But there was no space to run through. There was no space to hold a sound. The Voice was twisting and turning, but there was nothing to twist against, nothing to turn against, nothing to be restrained or limited by. There was nothing besides Itself. There was nothing besides the Voice. And there was nothing in which to twist and turn. There was no space in which to twist and turn. It was voice and It was screaming, It was insofar as It was screaming. But it was an empty, soundless scream. And it happened. The scream, that did not have anywhere to unfold, was winding around itself. And it happened. The Voice exploded. It was an explosion without noise, without sound, in absolute silence..." What else if not the Genesis?