ऋग्वेद १०.१२९ — नासदीय सूक्तम्
"नासदासीन्नो सदासीत्तदानीं"
"Then, there was neither non-existence nor existence."
In the beginning, there was no light. No dark. No division. Only stillness.
From stillness, nothing stirs. So, the First Pulse echoed through the void—not to create perfection, but to fracture it.
Thus, was born Duality.
Consciousness and Energy.
Not creator and creation—
But mirrors of each other.
ऋग्वेद १०.१२९.४
"कामस्तदग्रे समवर्तत"
"In the beginning, Desire arose."
And with Desire came movement. Light and shadow. Order and chaos. Sound and silence. Existence began not with unity, but with contrast.
One cannot be known without the other. The fire means nothing without cold. Joy is hollow without sorrow. Goodness is nameless without evil.
Even the laws of the unseen—what mortals now call quantum—obey this truth. The smallest of things exist in many states at once. Light is a wave and a particle. The universe is this and that, until the moment we choose to observe.
In ancient whispers, they called it balance. Harmony not through sameness—but through tension. Through choice.
For if all things were right, and nothing wrong…
Then who would choose?
What would it mean to be free?
The most sacred gift ever given was not life, not light, not power—
But free will.
"If I make all things perfect, I create puppets. If I control every path, I erase their meaning. But if I let them choose—even to fall—I prove I love them."
And so, chaos was allowed. Shadows were born. Not to defy the light, but to define it.
This is the design written in every atom, every heartbeat, every clash of star and void.
Not purity,
But paradox.
Not perfection,
But freedom.
Not a single truth,
But a dance of opposites, eternal and evolving.
This is the nature of all things.
The beginning... and the end... are not separate.
They are the same.