First, the demons were here roaming and romping.
Then, the small things came flipping and flopping. Gathering and growing they chased the demons deep into the night.
Next, the dishonest Zurvan, ever present; he who had first agitated all still life said forcefully, “See how it moves forward like a river? You cannot stop it or even understand it.”
And the smallest bits, those least bound by his illusions, ever present, giggled from many places at once. Their ricocheted mirth leaving clues for the humans who would follow long after the newly growing first flipity flopeties had overtaken the Earth.