A Creation Myth

Somebody requested my thoughts on the origins of life in the universe, and where I think it is going. Here ya go Somebody.
In the beginning there was nothing.
I dont mean the kind of Nothing we have now, which contains all potentiality within its nonself, I mean really nothing. I mean hold in your mind the idea of absolute nothing, then take away your mind, the world around you, the totality of all the universe, every infinitesimal particle of anything remotely resembling anything, and lastly the idea itself, and you have something like the kind of nothing that I am talking about, only not at all.
It is impossible to know for precisely how long this state continued, since there was no such thing as time, continuation, or states, but at some point, possibly even several points at once, (not that points had been thought of yet, or thoughts) a very tiny speck of boredom suddenly was.
The boredom grew rapidly, as boredom will when there is absolutely NOTHING to do. Can you imagine Absolute Boredom? And so time was born, and passed very slowly indeed.
Eventually the boredom reached the point of urgency at which death becomes preferable to enduring one second more, only death had not yet been invented, so there was no alternative. It was an Impossible situation.
And so was born the first Idea, and the boredom died in its emergence. Thus are Life and Death as twins born embracing, born wrestling, the dynamic tension of their passionate dance raising and destroying worlds. Each triumphs over the other and surrenders in their turn. Each penetrates the other and sows the seeds of new Ideas, which burst out in all directions.
If you want to visualize what i mean, imagine a fireworks display where each spark of each flare becomes the center of it's own explosion, and all the sparks of that explosion become centers of their own and explode, and onward and ourward in perpetuity new fires are created which die as they create new fires. This radiates further and further out, the universe growing in all directions, filling the space inside a tiny point of vibrantly passionate existence locked in eternal union with its twin and opposite. Love separates them and makes them two, pulls them irresistably together to again become one, distance and separation being the sorrow, but also the joy, of Love.
And so Nothing is Impossible, and Life will ever triumph over Death, though Death will also always triumph over Life (She likes it when He pulls Her hair). Time moves very quickly for Lovers, but Inspiration is a full time job.
We had all just better hope they dont get bored.