The Sun.
Your celestial mother. The center of all. The tool that gives creation to everything you know and touch, hold, molest, caress, ponder and pontificate. Light permeates the entirety of your perceptions. It is the warmth that trickles down through your blinds; the hum that lets you find freckles on the back your lover; the flash that dilates your pupils near the driver's side window. It creeps, it etches, it casts, it glows, it whisks, it illustrates, it inspires. Your light, all light, is the beginning and ending of everything you know.
But Darkness.
Darkness is your universe's natural state. It is the common, the original, the before. So if darkness is your word, than light is your definition. Light denotes your every action, describes your every expression, and specifies your every interpretation. Light is your opus, and light imbues you with the greatest gift of all: existence. It is the single most important element of your life, and without it you would have, and be, nothing. Nothing but the ever expanding infinity of darkness, without a single outline or shadow, to give breath to even the smallest most insignificant realities.
But.
In another world. Light holds quite a different meaning. In this cosmos, all existence is surrounded by a constant light. A cosmos consumed entirely of light, like a never-ending page of white. All matter is constantly at struggle to extricate from the suffocation of constant being. All life is defined by it's ability to not exist, and, just like the mother of our world was sent to create existence, another such being inhabits this universe to give a hand to this cause.
For continuity's sake, we will call this object: Nus Eht, for what I hope are obvious reasons. Nus Eht's sole purpose is to create through non-existence, and, in opposition of our world, permeate through the effervescent onslaught of light, simply by casting a shadow. Something to dance, something laugh, something cry, in what would otherwise be the worthless void of numb neutrality that is common state for any galaxy.
Lucky for us, we happened to stumble upon the beginning of its very first creations. A proverbial Nede fo Nedarg Eht. Now these creatures, though mimicking human sensibilities, have quite a different origin, and, unlike, us, have been pervaded with unceasing knowledge of everything right forth, from the beginning. These are not the silly Neanderthals of our time. No, these fledgling beings understand the entirety of everything, everywhere and quite often, all the time. While this may mimic a gift by our standards, these creatures are actually having quite an awful time with it, and would much rather consider their unbridled intellect a curse than a present.
For see, knowing everything, they have come to understand that intelligence is actually completely useless. In fact, from the very iota of their creation they have made it their very goal extricate themselves from any sense of intelligence. For they know, once they do, they will be able reach the ultimate paradise: non-existence.
So, with that short prologue, and all of your little duckies lined up neatly in a row, you can enjoy the ethical ponderies and mishaps that plague our newly created inhabitants of the void, as they continue through their tale. Some of you may find it cruel, others will simply laugh the whole way through, even more should find the entire thing completely useless. But hey, that's life, and this is it's story. And let me tell you now: If you don't enjoy it, than you're doing it wrong.
Your celestial mother. The center of all. The tool that gives creation to everything you know and touch, hold, molest, caress, ponder and pontificate. Light permeates the entirety of your perceptions. It is the warmth that trickles down through your blinds; the hum that lets you find freckles on the back your lover; the flash that dilates your pupils near the driver's side window. It creeps, it etches, it casts, it glows, it whisks, it illustrates, it inspires. Your light, all light, is the beginning and ending of everything you know.
But Darkness.
Darkness is your universe's natural state. It is the common, the original, the before. So if darkness is your word, than light is your definition. Light denotes your every action, describes your every expression, and specifies your every interpretation. Light is your opus, and light imbues you with the greatest gift of all: existence. It is the single most important element of your life, and without it you would have, and be, nothing. Nothing but the ever expanding infinity of darkness, without a single outline or shadow, to give breath to even the smallest most insignificant realities.
But.
In another world. Light holds quite a different meaning. In this cosmos, all existence is surrounded by a constant light. A cosmos consumed entirely of light, like a never-ending page of white. All matter is constantly at struggle to extricate from the suffocation of constant being. All life is defined by it's ability to not exist, and, just like the mother of our world was sent to create existence, another such being inhabits this universe to give a hand to this cause.
For continuity's sake, we will call this object: Nus Eht, for what I hope are obvious reasons. Nus Eht's sole purpose is to create through non-existence, and, in opposition of our world, permeate through the effervescent onslaught of light, simply by casting a shadow. Something to dance, something laugh, something cry, in what would otherwise be the worthless void of numb neutrality that is common state for any galaxy.
Lucky for us, we happened to stumble upon the beginning of its very first creations. A proverbial Nede fo Nedarg Eht. Now these creatures, though mimicking human sensibilities, have quite a different origin, and, unlike, us, have been pervaded with unceasing knowledge of everything right forth, from the beginning. These are not the silly Neanderthals of our time. No, these fledgling beings understand the entirety of everything, everywhere and quite often, all the time. While this may mimic a gift by our standards, these creatures are actually having quite an awful time with it, and would much rather consider their unbridled intellect a curse than a present.
For see, knowing everything, they have come to understand that intelligence is actually completely useless. In fact, from the very iota of their creation they have made it their very goal extricate themselves from any sense of intelligence. For they know, once they do, they will be able reach the ultimate paradise: non-existence.
So, with that short prologue, and all of your little duckies lined up neatly in a row, you can enjoy the ethical ponderies and mishaps that plague our newly created inhabitants of the void, as they continue through their tale. Some of you may find it cruel, others will simply laugh the whole way through, even more should find the entire thing completely useless. But hey, that's life, and this is it's story. And let me tell you now: If you don't enjoy it, than you're doing it wrong.
