This man, he lived his life in peace, for he did not know he was shaped like a god, nor did he care about that sort of thing. All he cared about were new places to run, waters to swim and animals to hunt. He was happy, even though there was nobody else, no-one for him to talk to.
Once he met a god shaped like a stone, but didn't notice: he knew nothing of gods (or men), and the stones don't talk. He walked past the god shaped like a stone on his way to the furrow river, and didn't see the god staring at him in bewilderment. That god, despite being shaped like a stone, knew many things, knew of men and their shapes and their ways, but never before have they met a man shaped like a god, living his life all on his own, before nothing existed. The man went on his way, and the god remained behind, and nothing unusual happened that day.
The god shaped like a stone returned home, and followed some men about, to see if they were anything like the man shaped like a god. But these were ordinary men, with hooks and things and thoughts in their mouths different from thoughts in their heads, so the god didn't speak to them at all (many other gods tried it before, and found it pointless). The god shaped like a stone thought of other gods that lived nearby, before nothing existed, and remembered that none of them looked like the man shaped like a god. Then the god thought: perhaps, the man we met wasn't a man shaped like a god, but rather a god shaped like a man shaped like a god. The thought felt like a conundrum.
The man shaped like a god swam the furrow river, and hunted some water animals, and fed his hunger, and went to sleep.
The god shaped like a stone went to talk to other gods, and they, intrigued by the discovery of a man shaped like a god (whom none of them remembered making), decided to look inside that man's dreams to see his secrets. But the man shaped like a god did not have any secrets, and he did not have many dreams. He had only one dream, and he dreamed it every night, and that dream was nothing, so when all the gods looked inside his dream, they saw nothing.
That is how nothing came to be: seen by all the gods inside the dream of a man shaped like a god, the man who ran along all the roads, and swam all the waters, and hunted all the animals, and dreamed all of nothing inside his head, before nothing existed.
Things changed after that. Old things became nothing, and nothing became new things. And this is the way we live now.
Some people say the man shaped like a god still lives his life exactly how he used to, before nothing existed, but nobody has seen him in a very long time.