In the beginning, before the gods took form, before the earth separated from the sky, before time was counted and names were given to things, there was only the chasm. The ancient Greeks called it Chaos, the vast, yawning emptiness from which all existence would eventually emerge. And into this emptiness came Eros. Not the chubby infant with a bow and arrow who flits through later myths, but the primordial Eros, the firstborn of creation, the golden winged force whose very being was the impulse to join, to attract, to bring together what had been apart. Without Eros, Chaos would have remained sterile. It was Eros who stirred the void, who ignited the dance of particles, who caused the first embrace that led to the birth of the world.