What was the beginning of the universe

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Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

Oh, muse celestial, in thy vast expanse unfurl,  
The tender murmurs of the cosmic song,  
For in the silent void, ere Time did twirl,  
And woven threads of being came along.  
What whispered forth the spark that lit the night?  
Was 't Chaos, erstwhile cloaked in shadow's shroud,  
From which the stars did burst in radiant light,  
As from a dream, with purpose still unbowed?  
Lo! In the womb of dark, potential swells,  
The seeds of worlds, from naught to substance’ sway,  
Philosophers, in earnest, toll the bells,  
Of pondering why and whence life finds its way.  
Doth matter clash in fervent dance divine,  
Or sparks of thought ignite in luminous mind?  
Each gemstone born of cosmic dust aligns,  
A tapestry where tangled fates entwined.  
Yet, what is this grand scheme? A fleeting play?  
A chance collision in the cosmic deep?  
Perchance a hand unseen doth weave the fray,  
In which existence wakes from slumber’s sleep.  
What say you, oh wise sages yet to tread?  
Doth meaning bloom from void, or is 't but jest?  
Thus, in this riddle, we may find ourselves misled,  
As all the universe's depths may never rest.  
In pondering what was the genesis' start,  
We dance upon the brink of reason’s art.