It was not only the absence of light but the absence of everything. He might be at the core of a black hole, except a black hole has enormous gravity and this place had none. In one sense it was a metaphysical plane of existence, but in another it was not – because nothing existed here. It was simply a ‘place’, but a place in which no God as yet had uttered those wonderful words of evocation, ‘Let there be light!’
Like in Asimov's short story, this Words reverse entropy (in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God)
I shiver with the implications of this train of thought
