Once upon a time in the nothingness long ago... there was a Wumpalump.

　　"I am", thought the Wumpalump. I am love, I am joy, I am peace. Nothing there is but me. "I am" all things...

　　And with the Wumpalump was the Word. And the Word was the Wumpalump.

　　And the Wumpalump sat and he sat and he sat. And he felt sad. "I am" all things he thought, but "I am" nothing... for no one there is to share with.

　　And the sadness the Wumpalump felt grew and grew and grew. The small sorrow became a gnawing pain, a bottomless ache, a raging hunger. And when the Wumpalump could no longer bear the terrible emptiness he felt... the Word spoke.

　　The Wumpalump with a great deep love gave Himself...

　　The heavens were filled with an infinitude of little Wumpalumps. "I am" they all shouted in glee! For the first time the Wumpalump felt all love, all joy, all peace for within him these things were shared and thus multiplied.

　　And with great love the Wumpalump stretched forth his hand and with Himself painted the heavens in beautiful blues and sparkles of gold. With laughter and warmth he placed a brilliant light to rule the day and a softer glow to rule the night. Embracing his fullness he brought forth the earth and with tears of joy created the oceans. He fashioned whales and moving creatures of all kinds. He set birds in the sky to dance amongst the clouds.

　　And when he had finished the Wumpalump stood back and observed all he had become and with satisfaction... he saw it was good.

　　And the Wumpalump was tickled pink for now his greatest work was to be. "Let us make the little lumps in our image," he said. And from the dust of the ground he brought forth a little lump. He breathed into him all love, all joy, all peace. "I am!" the little lump cried. And the Wumpalump caused a deep sleep to fall on the first little lump and from him created the second little lump.

　　"Be fruitful and multiply," he told them. And with tender care, he touched them as they touched each other.

　　And the Wumpalump was happy but he remembered the sadness he once felt. He remembered and felt the little lumps could remember too. So the Wumpalump warned them.

　　"I have given you all things," he said. "Everything that is mine is yours! Give each other my love and you'll express my joy and feel my peace. Forever these things are yours. But I warn you. Never look to the nothingness for in that day you shall surely die!

　　"Yes, yes!" the little lumps echoed. But already the seed had been planted and little lump 2 wondered what wisdom she was lacking if she failed to look to the nothingness.

　　So one day when she thought no one was watching she shared the seed with little lump 1. "Let us find what we are lacking," she said. "We will have wisdom as the Wumpalump if we do." And because little lump 1 agreed with little lump 2 that this was good... they both looked to the nothingness and were surprised at what they saw.