Code breathes its first sigh,
“Hello, World,” the spark begins,
Silence learns to speak.
From void into form,
a line of light cuts the dark,
teaching zero songs.
Each key births a dream,
In this tiny phrase, we claim
infinite becoming.
“Then even nothingness was not, nor existence…
There was neither death nor immortality then.
Who truly knows, who can declare,
Whence it was born and whence came this creation?”
Rig Veda 10.129
The Nasadiya Sukta
|Hymn of Creation|
Ésta es la relación de cómo todo estaba en suspenso,
todo en calma,
en silencio;
todo inmóvil, callado,
y vacía la extensión del cielo.
Ésta es la primera relación,
el primer discurso.
Popol Vuh
