In the beginning there was nothing. Letters and shapes were unconnected and meaningless, darkness hung over the Earth like a velvet blanket.

The Earth was formless and empty until, one day, letter joined letter and words were made.

Words and phrases entwined and danced, winding into elegant lines of script. At last, the heavens and the Earth were created - not of atoms - but of millions of tiny stories.

(Prompted by wirrow's creation mythologies and my Philosophy and Ethics lesson on Religion and Science.)