The Book of Knots - Jags

What Wonderland Wants
Go Ask Alice, I think she’ll know.
--Jefferson Airplane, White Rabbit
Once upon a time there was everything and there was
nothing. Everything looked like a big glowing plastic
marble that was big (well, compared to nothing,
which looked like a little tiny black plastic marble,
but was really a four-dimensional hole you could
fall into by looking at … or even thinking about too
hard).
And in between there was, well, there wasn’t
anything—but we can’t say there was nothing, can
we? There were else-things that we don’t have words
for.
Then there was a bright flash of light like someone
turned the bathroom light on while you were asleep
and woke you up: that kind of bright. And there was
a noise (well, if you could imagine a noise—there
wasn’t air or sound waves yet) as loud as when you
dropped your tray in the lunchroom and everyone
laughed at you (if that never happened to you, then
just know that there’s a special circle in hell for popular kids).
And then BANG. There were four dimensions (yes,
time was the fourth. You can put down that Stephen
Hawking book and close that PDF on super-string
theory and those 34 other theoretical dimensions:
this is a bedtime story, kid). And they were “The
Universe.”
Everything and Nothing had joined in one big
cataclysmic cosmic orgasm of creation and
destruction.
Anyone over 20 may have the worldly wisdom
to know that doing things like this often has
unintended consequences. Sometimes bad
unintended consequences.
The name of that consequence was Wonderland:
Outside of reality was Kaos, which is a Greek word
that I think is most poetically described as “angry
want of being.” “Want of being” because it’s not in
the universe and “angry” because, well, it’s never
pleasant to be the odd one out.
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Book of Knots - The Caretakers