“I just don’t see how we can let this go on for much longer,” the thought came from a wisp of intelligent nothingness and floated a thousand years before finding an answer.
“What difference does it make? It continues or it does not; does anything change?” The reply curled and darted across the expanse until within another eon of time it was received.
“It has importance to them,” the thought was almost urgent it pushed for hundreds of years across the span of nothingness at speeds faster than the light of suns only to be ignored as it spun before its intended audience.
“You should let this go, they are but a bit of imagination, they bother only themselves.” Another thousand or two years this response drifted – a thought without physical form but filled with pure substance.
Intelligence moved, not from here to there but closer to a point of relevance. “IT MUST BE STOPPED!”
The other was startled by the nearness, they had not spoken this way for a long, long time. The urgency was distasteful. He bounced off the thought and plummeted through space, shocked and disturbed. He refused to release ideas and became void.
The Intelligence waited.
The Other held no concepts other than his own existence and even that he held loosely.
The intelligence, in repentance, created a reply softly, “I should have never spoken. Forgive me.” The other felt a flood of power; pure existence until the two who thought and held intelligence became only one and they remember that they had always been just one. They thought as one, “I AM.” And than in fear He reminded himself, “You must never again speak.”