First post since the triassic...
...and it's creative writing! Skip if you want, something I put to paper while I was attending a write-in with friends. Feedback appreciated, but really, this is idle fooling around, so don't be too harsh~
When the world was young, it was still, and quiet, and so deep that it seemed to be black. It held no life, had no sky, nor did it move at all. It is in the midst of this nothingness that the Idea came into being. She was alone, at first, and happy to be so, and so in the midst of the eternal blue, she sat, happy.
Her birth, however, had set into motion the steady, forward march of time. As it progressed, she grew more and more restless, and had an idea of her own. In the darkness, thought sprang from the Idea, and this thought slowly but surely coalesced into a consciousness, into the first mind.
She was happy, for a time, and every second of her existence was filled with millions upon millions of ideas. She remained like this for millions and millions of years, and with every second, her understanding grew - until there was a time when she could think of nothing new. She had conceived of everything, and there was nothing else to do.
At first, she was weary - the long and varied years of contemplation had left Her exhausted, completely spent. So she rested, for a great many more years, until she awoke, refreshed, and something new stirred in her: anger. In the endless darkness, she built up a seething, directionless anger - at herself, for she was the only thing that existed. In this anger was her wish not just to think, but to do, to bring forth new things separate from her, and so came into being her hands, and arms to wield them.
As her hands came into being, she felt something: the cold touch of water, which surrounded her entirely. This newborn sensation inspired something else in her - fear. As She felt it course through Her being, She wanted to leave, to take Herself away from the new and frightening feeling, and so Her hands formed from the water a pair of feet, and legs to move them.
She ran, and she found that having such things as legs and arms can tire one out much faster than thought, and after only a minute she was as tired as the countless millennia had made her when she was only an Idea. From this desire she conceived of a body to nurture and sustain her, to become strong and support her, and so her hands churned the endless water until she formed a body for herself.
As she thought of her work, it dawned upon her that she did not know what she had made, only that it was hers, and, more and more, she was becoming what she had made. So from this desire did she form a head, and set in it two eyes with which to behold all of existence, and so she rooted herself in this head, the better to use her eyes.
Looking around her now, she saw that everything was dark, save for her own body, which shone with brilliance so pure that it revealed the blue of the water to her -and it stretched on into infinity. So she started to swim, only she found that once the body had given its strength to her limbs, it, too was exhausted, and it drained her spirit as surely as it had her limbs before it. From a desire to replenish her body she formed a mouth, and set it in her head, to sustain herself, and from that mouth’s hunger she conceived a nose to find whatever the mouth might want to consume.
As her mouth and nose came into existence, so did they fill with water, and, being hungry, she took in the water that surrounded her, consuming it with a hunger so fierce that she soon found that she had drank all of the water. She looked around her, and in the nothingness she felt profound sorrow. She began to cry, and as she wept into her palms, the water stayed there. As she cried, she gathered up this water into a ball.
When at last she was done weeping, she slowly crushed the water into itself, closer and closer, until she noticed that her tears had contained small fragments of herself, which gathered on the surface of the ball, and, separated from her, they lost their lustre until they were nothing more than earth.
Looking about her, she realized that she had created something of herself that was not herself. She regarded the void in which she lived, and set the ball in her hands to spinning, releasing it into the void, and as this world turned it followed a slow, lazy circle around her. She looked upon her creation and felt fondness for it, and as she looked upon it that fondness grew into something entirely new - love. From this love, she grew a seed inside of herself, feeding it her strength and much of her warmth and brilliance, and slowly, over thousands of years, this seed grew until she could no longer contain it, and so gave birth to a star, which she named Son.
Exhausted, but elated from her ordeal, she reached out to her ball, adrift and, eager to explore her world, set it to spinning around her Son. She descended slowly, shrinking herself until she could stand on the surface. Now she could see that it was more than just a ball - it was as vast and complex as the world she had inhabited. From the fragments of her body had grown plants and grass and trees, and she named it Urth. Where her body mixed with the water there grew a multitude of fish, and she named the water Sea. Where her body mixed with the void there grew animals, and she named the void around them Sky. In beholding all of this beauty around her, something amazing occurred: She thought of something new.
She gathered up some of the earth, and studying what had come into being when mixed with her body, she took a handful of the sea and she pressed them together, carefully, forming clay, which she sculpted to match her own form. She breathed in a fragment of the sky, and it warmed in her lungs until she turned to her sculpture, and breathed the sky into it. And so the first Mother came into existence, daughter of the Grand Mother. She smiled upon her last creation, and with a soul-weary sigh, departed into the void anew.
She lingered in the void, just long enough to whisper a few of her secrets to her daughter, and, feeling that her work was done, pulled apart her body, piece by piece, and laid it across the sky for all to see.
When the world was young, it was still, and quiet, and so deep that it seemed to be black. It held no life, had no sky, nor did it move at all. It is in the midst of this nothingness that the Idea came into being. She was alone, at first, and happy to be so, and so in the midst of the eternal blue, she sat, happy.
Her birth, however, had set into motion the steady, forward march of time. As it progressed, she grew more and more restless, and had an idea of her own. In the darkness, thought sprang from the Idea, and this thought slowly but surely coalesced into a consciousness, into the first mind.
She was happy, for a time, and every second of her existence was filled with millions upon millions of ideas. She remained like this for millions and millions of years, and with every second, her understanding grew - until there was a time when she could think of nothing new. She had conceived of everything, and there was nothing else to do.
At first, she was weary - the long and varied years of contemplation had left Her exhausted, completely spent. So she rested, for a great many more years, until she awoke, refreshed, and something new stirred in her: anger. In the endless darkness, she built up a seething, directionless anger - at herself, for she was the only thing that existed. In this anger was her wish not just to think, but to do, to bring forth new things separate from her, and so came into being her hands, and arms to wield them.
As her hands came into being, she felt something: the cold touch of water, which surrounded her entirely. This newborn sensation inspired something else in her - fear. As She felt it course through Her being, She wanted to leave, to take Herself away from the new and frightening feeling, and so Her hands formed from the water a pair of feet, and legs to move them.
She ran, and she found that having such things as legs and arms can tire one out much faster than thought, and after only a minute she was as tired as the countless millennia had made her when she was only an Idea. From this desire she conceived of a body to nurture and sustain her, to become strong and support her, and so her hands churned the endless water until she formed a body for herself.
As she thought of her work, it dawned upon her that she did not know what she had made, only that it was hers, and, more and more, she was becoming what she had made. So from this desire did she form a head, and set in it two eyes with which to behold all of existence, and so she rooted herself in this head, the better to use her eyes.
Looking around her now, she saw that everything was dark, save for her own body, which shone with brilliance so pure that it revealed the blue of the water to her -and it stretched on into infinity. So she started to swim, only she found that once the body had given its strength to her limbs, it, too was exhausted, and it drained her spirit as surely as it had her limbs before it. From a desire to replenish her body she formed a mouth, and set it in her head, to sustain herself, and from that mouth’s hunger she conceived a nose to find whatever the mouth might want to consume.
As her mouth and nose came into existence, so did they fill with water, and, being hungry, she took in the water that surrounded her, consuming it with a hunger so fierce that she soon found that she had drank all of the water. She looked around her, and in the nothingness she felt profound sorrow. She began to cry, and as she wept into her palms, the water stayed there. As she cried, she gathered up this water into a ball.
When at last she was done weeping, she slowly crushed the water into itself, closer and closer, until she noticed that her tears had contained small fragments of herself, which gathered on the surface of the ball, and, separated from her, they lost their lustre until they were nothing more than earth.
Looking about her, she realized that she had created something of herself that was not herself. She regarded the void in which she lived, and set the ball in her hands to spinning, releasing it into the void, and as this world turned it followed a slow, lazy circle around her. She looked upon her creation and felt fondness for it, and as she looked upon it that fondness grew into something entirely new - love. From this love, she grew a seed inside of herself, feeding it her strength and much of her warmth and brilliance, and slowly, over thousands of years, this seed grew until she could no longer contain it, and so gave birth to a star, which she named Son.
Exhausted, but elated from her ordeal, she reached out to her ball, adrift and, eager to explore her world, set it to spinning around her Son. She descended slowly, shrinking herself until she could stand on the surface. Now she could see that it was more than just a ball - it was as vast and complex as the world she had inhabited. From the fragments of her body had grown plants and grass and trees, and she named it Urth. Where her body mixed with the water there grew a multitude of fish, and she named the water Sea. Where her body mixed with the void there grew animals, and she named the void around them Sky. In beholding all of this beauty around her, something amazing occurred: She thought of something new.
She gathered up some of the earth, and studying what had come into being when mixed with her body, she took a handful of the sea and she pressed them together, carefully, forming clay, which she sculpted to match her own form. She breathed in a fragment of the sky, and it warmed in her lungs until she turned to her sculpture, and breathed the sky into it. And so the first Mother came into existence, daughter of the Grand Mother. She smiled upon her last creation, and with a soul-weary sigh, departed into the void anew.
She lingered in the void, just long enough to whisper a few of her secrets to her daughter, and, feeling that her work was done, pulled apart her body, piece by piece, and laid it across the sky for all to see.