LJ Idol s6 t2 - Uphill, both ways, barefoot
In the beginning, the world was a boulder, one of many.
Different shapes and sizes - some smooth and shiny, others rough and textured - they stood scattered in the vast nothing that surrounded them. They would have been heavy, was it not for said nothingness. It’s like space, you see; a vacuum where nothing weighs a thing, or where a thing weighs nothing.
Just like space, it also happened to be extremely cold. Not brisk. Not chilly. Not even frosty. Arctic may be closing in on it - just a little - but the arctic wasn’t around at that time, so there went one piece of the vocabulary out the window.
Moving amongst these great big lumps were the Gods of Old, the most ancient being Halfdone, humpbacked and rickety. His limbs were made of wood that creaked and groaned, his head covered with moss that also stuck out his ears. It was plain to see that among the Gods, He was the oldest, for He lumbered around with his robe undone, no footwear - and the clearest sign of all - His eyesight had begun to fail Him.
Now, it just so happens that when one lumbers about with one’s hairy toes unsheltered like sitting ducks, sooner or later, bad things happen. And they did happen. After quite a long time dodging the mathematical probabilities, Halfdone came to be before the boulder later known as Earth and His mighty foot swung towards it. Halfdone was very much unaware of this until the actual impact came. Pain, however, is a highly efficient courier.
Halfdone roared in agony, and while doing so, dispersed with quite a lot of spittle. Grabbing the boulder with his bare hands, He clutched it tight until the stone cracked, before hurling it away with as much force as He could muster. For some time there was nothing but an ever decreasing dot flying further and further away, and then nothing at all.
Moments after there was a Very Big Bang.
Different shapes and sizes - some smooth and shiny, others rough and textured - they stood scattered in the vast nothing that surrounded them. They would have been heavy, was it not for said nothingness. It’s like space, you see; a vacuum where nothing weighs a thing, or where a thing weighs nothing.
Just like space, it also happened to be extremely cold. Not brisk. Not chilly. Not even frosty. Arctic may be closing in on it - just a little - but the arctic wasn’t around at that time, so there went one piece of the vocabulary out the window.
Moving amongst these great big lumps were the Gods of Old, the most ancient being Halfdone, humpbacked and rickety. His limbs were made of wood that creaked and groaned, his head covered with moss that also stuck out his ears. It was plain to see that among the Gods, He was the oldest, for He lumbered around with his robe undone, no footwear - and the clearest sign of all - His eyesight had begun to fail Him.
Now, it just so happens that when one lumbers about with one’s hairy toes unsheltered like sitting ducks, sooner or later, bad things happen. And they did happen. After quite a long time dodging the mathematical probabilities, Halfdone came to be before the boulder later known as Earth and His mighty foot swung towards it. Halfdone was very much unaware of this until the actual impact came. Pain, however, is a highly efficient courier.
Halfdone roared in agony, and while doing so, dispersed with quite a lot of spittle. Grabbing the boulder with his bare hands, He clutched it tight until the stone cracked, before hurling it away with as much force as He could muster. For some time there was nothing but an ever decreasing dot flying further and further away, and then nothing at all.
Moments after there was a Very Big Bang.