Revelation

The duck at the beginning. The birth of the universe. There is nothing around it, no stars, only blackness. And inside that darkness something lit up, something was born. A seed, a sun, an egg, a cosmic explosion, the beginning of life. Perhaps I once thought I was an empty duck, an empty mask, but after making something like an anatomical, almost scientific cut with the help of psychotherapy, it turned out there was something there. Something beginning. Inside there is not cotton and not emptiness.