Omnul

In the whorld of Zerone it's (bi-nary-'ery pools) Allyore naughtying, etherior, wonder trother, and broth at the simmertime.
Tamen tamquam tam! Pureedeux!
Neew: baftore you axis, we could stapff here at thisappoint.
Nonnymore is but a drealm drammed by Zerone. Dam.
Indie biggenning: Incipiamus ingensus.

Once upon a time, so it is said, there was Naught. And also, before and after that, First (and Last and Always), there was, is, and will be the All. Everything is, and so Nothing could never have been, could it? All and Naught are mutually exclusive imperatives. Each generates, defines, and destroys the other: back and forth, over and over, all within a timeless instant. It is impossible, and therefore, it must be true. So it is said. As miniscule fragments within and of the All, we little dreams must content ourselves with the Somethings in between.

"There's no wrong way to think about the Omnul. There's no right way, either. And every time you try to describe It, you'll be so far off that you might as well start your own religion."

-- "Grandma" Paige Miller,
Just an Old Lady Who Might Know a Thing or Three