Symphony of the Universe: Unwanted Children
This is a story about Symphony of the Universe,
as told by Seth Ignatious to Adelle Ignatious.
Seth tucked Adelle back into bed and tried to find words that might be comforting. He thought about the legend of the Water Babies, but Adelle had such a fear of the ocean that he did not wish to tell it. He thought of the stories of changellings swapping unwanted children for wooden ones, but thought that would fail to comfort her also. So instead of tellings these stories, he related a bit of Judeo-Christian myth to her:
"In the magnificent world have heaven there were millions of angels, for down on the earth their are millions of billions of people so each person needed an angel to watch over them. When you consider the Talmudic verse which states "Every blade of grass has and angel which bends over it and whispers, grow, grow." You begin to comprehend the sheer number of angelic beings which must exist at any one give time.
The melodious voice of an angel, it's sacred pleas, coax the grass to grow, the trees to rise froth and reach their outstretched branches to heaven, and all of the earth's beautiful variety to come into being. Their voices are an extension of the will of G-d, which is the will of all life. Yet life is not always so well timed as the sprouting of a tree, not always so expected as the regrowth of grass. There are rules of heaven to which the sacred abide, but mankind was given free will, and thus, is not always obedient.
Some blame those formed in less than ideal circumstances for the problems of the world. They have forgotten that the will of G-d is one of love and life. There are as many false angels as their are sacred ones, as many fallen as there are holy. In the end there is only one judge, and his voice does not come from words of hatred or malice."
Adelle looked at her father and wondered what he was trying to tell her. Most of his stories began with once upon an time and ended with a happily ever after and she preferred things that way. His grim face bothered her, the pain in his eyes bothered her. She patted his hand and smiled at him, ultimately, she was tired. Having her father sitting next to her, even with his furrowed brow a nervous speech, was enough to calm her.
When she fell back asleep Seth let a mesh of philosophies sink into his mind. He knew that he was fallen, that there was no reward coming to him after his demise. The Judeo-Christian mythos had failed him so drastically that he had sought out every other means of thought, he had mastered myths well enough to teach them to college students who were at an ideal age to question the innerworkings of religion and philosophy. Seth wondered if he had chosen the right thing to tell Adelle, and uttered a short and silent prayer that come dawn all these events would have left her mind and all things continue as before.
Adelle's small fingers curled around his hand tightly.
"Don't go." she said softly. "Lay down with me."
Seth did just that, even though his mind was still buzzing with troubled thoughts. Adelle simply curled up upon him, nuzziling a bit to find a place where she could hear his heart beat. Seth was soothed by her presence, enough that he felt himself drifting. Finally, they were both asleep.