In the beginning there was nothing. Then, with neither bang nor whimper, the great egg existed. From the great egg sprung the tree of knowledge. Time meant nothing, and the tree’s roots grew. They absorbed the knowledge of the yolk. When there was no more yolk, the roots broke through the shell until it was tiny fragments amidst the nothing. The tree absorbed the rest of the knowledge of the egg. The tree was plant and animal and knew all. But there was no more egg. The tree was alone, and neither plant knowledge nor animal knowledge had an answer to eternal aloneness. The tree existed. There was no time, so it went on existing. Then at once with neither bang nor whimper, it stopped existing. This is how the universe was not created—it nearly existed but then did not and so never did.
[read T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men", if you like]