17 July, 2009

Earth: another creation story

On his billionth birthday, a boy woke up to find that his name was Earth. He suddenly became aware of the beauty and complexity teeming across his surface and the knowledge that was slowly starting to crystallize. He felt everything and was completely aware of everything that went about on him. Knowing this, he felt very much at peace, very connected, and he found that he could smile and relax for the first time in a long time.

The boy meditated. He sat still and quiet. But the more still he became the more he became aware of his incessantness restlessness that was happening on his surface. It wasn't long before he was caught up in the changing weather, the highs and lows of love and anger and the drama of everyday life.

He longed to be at peace once more. To be like the calm moons or the simple, clean gas giants.

But he couldn't help but wonder, Am I a fool to want to be at peace? To want to be different? Am I simply selfish?

He mentioned the confusion, the vast emptiness that he saw dividing them all. The comets told him he was thinking too much. The Moons told him his obsession with perfection would ruin him. Earth eventually stopped mentioning his doubts to other planets and moons because he seemed to be alone in his questioning.

The boy then goes to see his father, Sun and asks if there is something wrong with him. He thought that if anyone would understand him, his father would.

But as Sun rolled with laughter and told the boy to just exude his strength, Earth was reminded just how different he was from his father. While his father did nothing but shine, Earth also desired to nurture, to create small fires to nurture all kinds of wonderful creations.

Sensing Earths discomfort, Sun tried to console him by saying "You are fine just the way you are."

The words do not help.

Earth continues on, feeling alone and confused.

And as so often happens when one is confused or deep in introspection, Earth does not pay much attention and winds up being battered by meteor storms, assaulted by solar flare ups and spun in every wrong direction.

And when he stops, he sighs, because he sees noone nearby and feels more alone than ever. He starts to cry.

Just then a voice from the darkness speaks, "Why are you crying, boy?", the voice asks.

Earth turns around to see a shimmering princess, covered in jewels and wearing a beautiful silk scarf. His heart melts when he sees her. He excitedly tells her his story. His complete life story.

She listened, still in the shadows, quiet in thought. When Earth was done, she introduced herself as Moon.

I hear many things from you, Earth, but tell me, if you could have anything, what would it be?

I would want things to be as they were before, before I was Earth, when I was just a simple planet with nothing crawling on it, or maybe I'd be like Jupiter, a gas giant.

Moon smiled, but that is not something we can change, she tells Earth. You have been granted a great gift. The gift of life. It is surely trying, but you must be unique to have received it.

The boy thought about this for a minute, then smiled. You are right. They must have thought I was worthy to be given such a gift. He looked out at the night sky and saw not empty space, but neighbors and friends, guides in the night sky.

Thank you very much for giving me hope, Earth whispered to Moon, I am eternally grateful. Then let me lead you in the darkness and in turn we can create a beautiful world.

Earth smiled at this thought and has been together with Moon ever since.

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