An otherness which was marked by unknown characteristics in unknown parameters registered mostly blankness and mystery outside of time. But the plural God who is one, worked at a creative task: considering, bringing forth and establishing, where chance and random force and counter force grayly pitter pattered on incidence of actual God wrought objects. On the earth, formless and void, the deep hid all from view beneath a cloak of darkness.
An ocean of wetness tossed and swirled and lay still, matching the outer emptiness, physical avaria and absence of universe, soon to be made part of the new everything, produced by powerful and matchless decree. Without warning or foreshadowing, a voice split the atomic wilderness, and while utterance yet rang out, a shard of light burst in anxious response.
The multi-thunderous Voice easily drowned out the groaning, creaking, explosive violence of a spawning universe. The pyrotechnics unprecedented advanced out, morphing into galaxies, blowing forth in waves of surfing zygote stars and light prevailing over darkness. Matter and form flew out in endless competition. And the Spirit all the while watched as newly weighted forces and counter forces jockeyed to pull in the wild and free and empty 'rock and roll' of galaxies and suns.
The matter of space twisted and strained as God acted in time to spin and shape our planet into orbit, so spinning its flight as to separate the light from darkness. And God's Spirit hovered there, evaluated, and analyzed.