the creation of life starts out from a small bit communication |
It started out as an idea, seeded by thought; the idea was nurtured by wonder, soon, the idea became uncontrollable, then, in a violent explosion the idea passed into words and the words became real thus creating, one small star. The word did not cease there, too long has the idea been silently contained, too big has it grown to be stopped by one small creation, one puny star. So onward came the word still, speaking rapidly, speaking loud. The one star, from the ceaselessness of the word, expanded a thousand times in size and burst forth fragmenting into a million pieces and the pieces spread far and wide in an attempt to escape the spoken word least they suffer their father star's fate. To the farthest reaches of infinity they fled, high and low they sought for refuge, but the word found them quick and trapped them in their place. For centuries spoke the word, many stars suffered the fate of their father thus creating offspring of their own, some stars just faded out of existence while others clung greedily to the word, feeding off it, learning from it using it to live; those stars became fiery hot with knowledge. Suddenly, the word ceased and silence filled all; some of those which became fiery hot with knowledge cooled from loneliness while few, desperate to survive the deathly silence, gathered amongst themselves thousands of listeners and started repeating the word. Many of the listeners in each group still found the need to hear the word repeatedly and circled the speaker continuously. Some circled close as to hear the word often, others kept a distance in order to ponder the word a while before drawing near to hear it again. A few of the listeners, so full of the word, began to polish and change, creating within themselves a spark of light, within this light held the meaning of the word, and the meaning of the word is life. |