Thrasher's Call

In the beginning, the dark of the void veiled all, and the Spirit of God shone alone over the abyss. The cold of space was not yet made, and there was no nature yet to abhor the lack of vacuum. In the black of nothing dwelt the all-illuming light of perfect Community: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, forever joyous in the timelessness before there was forever.

Before there was time, was there anticipation? Did Three count down to all?