There was nothing...
There was really nothing...
Actual nothing. Absolute nothing. A nothing to even precede the concept; a form of nothingness which had no aspect of existence to classify non-existence from. 
At least until I started to realize it. 
I started noticing there was nothing, that maybe "not" was something and, that it was something things could be meaning,
this must be a thing! And then...
There was something.
There was everything...
I knew then, while in that moment and in every moment, that everything would happen. 
Every world, every thought, every configuration... Its creation and destruction were inevitable. I knew that, somehow, this impermanent object would exist in a permanent cycle; perfectly preserved like a plucked rose frozen in a single instance: stuck at the moment it knew it would die, caught shortly after its birth and trapped shortly
before its death.
 As I looked out on the endless field of being I started to wonder of my position in all of this:
"Who am I?"
"Why am I here?"
This thought was both answered and rendered irrelevant as I realized I was no longer one person.