For We Are Many: Prologue

The Dawn of Time...

Words that poets and philosphers use to describe the early years of their species. The words seem to carry the connotation of some romantic view of new beginnings. They go on and on about the early years of their species...something they know absolutely NOTHING about. It is hard for a creature of short lives and even shorter attention span to even understand the term.

It is hard to understand the real meaning of the Dawn of Time. It is odd that men, with their limited intelligence, would lionize an event of which they have no knowledge, but then what do you expect from a species that during this grand event were dragging their knuckles. Time is the catalyst of their mortality....it is when they began to die..not when they began to live. From that moment, the dawn of time, the end of their race was inevitable. But hell, what do they know right? If ignorance is bliss...these people are the happiest creatures in the known and unknown universe

The Dawn of Time...

For those of us that were there....it was nothing beautiful or romantic. It was not a new beginning. It was the beginning of the end. For a finite creature what you do not understand is worshipped...for an infinite being it is hell. I guess what they say is true...one idiot's heaven is another being's hell.

I can assure you though...it was nothing amazing or wonderful. For me it was when my world was turned inside out...how do I know? My name is Michessian...and I was there when the heavens came crashing in with one resounding explosion...and this is my story