Birth of a Universe

He tried killing it, but it wasn’t something to be killed. He tried drowning, it but it wasn’t to be filled. It was a want, although it manifested specifically as a hunger. To be even more specific it was a void which no one could explain without one of these words: faith, impossible or improbable. If you looked at an X-ray there it was, an absence without cause and stranger still without concern. Every organ was there somehow contorted around a sphere in his abdomen filled with no quantifiable matter. What started as a bezoar (a ball of matter compiled from foreign matters indiscriminate inside the intestines) had now become a universe, thanks to time and pressure. His name was Tim, but some called him God.