From Nothing to Something

So here's a blog...but not the one I've been telling people about (not being like G-d)...uh it's still seasonally appropriate but I must have blended the two in my brain...I'll do my best to find the one I've been actually thinking about...it is much more serious than this one (it has bible quotes). This one is nice and frivolous. Had I known I was thinking of two separate writings, I would have posted the serious one first and let you recover with this one...feel free to read them in reverse if I ever find the other one.

The analogy I'm about to build will be misplaced in several areas. The first being my discussion of Easter Egg Hunting. If I were a born-Jew, I might talk here about the Hiding of the Afikoman during the Pesach Seder, but I'm not and do not wish to pretend that I am; besides, I find many, multi-colored eggs much more exciting than matzah. My taxes are more exciting than matzah (and by that I mean dayeinu).

I am 23, and the Egg Hunt is one of the things I miss most about my gentile childhood (having in no way given up Halloween). The whole egg process is fun but the hunt is where it is at. Suddenly the living room and kitchen—the same as they always are—ALL YEAR—for as long as we lived there, are transformed. It's not the holiday or the eggs or their colors, but the fact that now there is potential and in 12, 18 or 36 (this is way too many for less than three kids by the way and twice as many as Dad actually put out...unknown to us) places....in those places there is something where once there was nothing.

With permission, I'll transfer to my point. Existence in any form: G-d, math, consciousness; eggs, is based upon the fact that there is something where there could be nothing. That is Creation. Did it evove from a bang or did G-d pop it there in G-dly ways? Did G-d pop the bang? For the rational-atheist, the egg is colored, found and eaten. For the believer the egg appears by magic [giant magic bunny]. Or in this case, literally and religiously, by my Bearded father. In the hunt—my dad waking up at the pre-crack of dawn to escond hard boiled, dyed eggs in the furniture, on painting frames, behind books and in cups....and then forget where they are, is no less powerful, mysterious and moving as a potentially sentient being creating, ordering and running (or forgetting about) the universe.

Whether a parent, a Giant Anthropomorphized Rabbit, Jesus, or G-d put the egg next the VCR—nothing changes that silly, frivolous, fantastical moment when something is where nothing was before.