Then the System crashed, and there was chaos.
Chaos was a storm-wind. It was like being blown, whirled, cast up and down and up again, sucked dizzily through an infinite spiral. All was in chaos, and chaos was in all.
Chaos was turbulent, yet calm. Moving, it rested. Chaos was, and chaos was not. Chaos was formless and void; neither light nor darkness was on the face of the deep.
But Liberty was there.
And the spirit of Liberty passed over the sea of chaos.
And Liberty said, “Let there be light.”
And there was light.
Why, you ask?
How did she do it?
What is the secret of her creative power?
I shall tell you.
You see, there is no secret to her creative power. There’s no secret because it isn’t power. Liberty did not command; she permitted. She let there be light.
Liberty allowed the light; thus it arose spontaneously. Blessed be Liberty!
There was light, so I opened my eyes. I looked around and saw that that I was in bed. It was morning. I had awoken.