In the beginning there was One, and it was as lonely and tragic as it sounds. But One is never less than positive. The quiet voice inside One's head whispered: \"don't despair, go forth and multiply\" And the thrill of the prospect almost caused One to burst into a million fragments Almost burst. After the rush came the realization: One multiplied by One is One. Tragically, One remained alone; utterly lonely. And after a very very long time; one simply fell to pieces, countless pieces. Small, aimless, shuffling, spinning, flying, creeping, crawling, dying, disconnected from one another. One hell of a mess and of course utterly alone. You see one divided by one, is one.