Before there was everything, there was nothing. No matter who you listen to, someone will tell you this.
Nothing.
God.
Everything.
Or –
Nothing.
Gasses.
Everything.

Whatever happened, at some point we came over, or grew out of it all, and grabbed everything we could. We move matter and make millions. Billions, in fact. Well, some do. Some move matter and make a living. Everyone has to do something, everyone has to move matter somehow. Shovels, earth; computers electrons. It’s a living. But it’s not necessarily a loving, or even a dreaming. Something’s missing from the barrel. Something’s missing from our minds.
Where did the Angel’s share go?