• The Beginning
    In the beginning there was nothing, not even dark. Creator then came, an entity also of nothing. After looking around Creator began to laugh, and thus light was produced. Creator then reached forth and made the celestial sphere. After awhile Creator begun to grow lonely, so Creator started to sing of his isolation. From each new note originated existence. These new lives brought forth new ideals. Creator was happy, his song changed to reflect this. One day as Creator was walking around the celestial sphere one of the lives he had sung into being come to him. “Father, I know you sung me into being, but you are already so old.” It said as it took Creator's hand. “Let me help you, father.” The being walked with Creator as it talked of the many wonderful things it could do. However, Creator did not trust this life, fore it made things sound easier than they were, “Father, will you not answer me, at least give a nod."” Creator looked at the life, and then shook its head. “What, you will not speak to me…” The life grew angry. “No, you can’t, can you? You’d rather sing your life away while your children suffer.” The life turns away, as a single tear falls from Creator’s eye. “Son, I am sorry for how you feel, but there is not I can do. For what you speak not even I can do.” Creator lays a hand on the life’s shoulder, but it just shrugs the hand away. “But father, I know I can do them if only you’d give me the chance.” Creator steps towards the life, but the life steps away. “Son, please, you know this I cannot do. Ask anything else, but not this.” Creator sits down as the life runs off. “This I promise, I shall return, and when I do I will be stronger than even you, father.” And so the life leaves the celestial sphere, and thus Creator was broken, and time was made. A year passes as Creator weeps for the lost life, and the lives in the celestial sphere, learns grief. “Father, why do you cry?’ A young life asks as it sits beside Creator. “I cry, because, I have failed you my son.” The life cups Creator’s hands in its, and smiles. “But father, you have not failed us. There is plenty for us,, we want for not.” Creator looks at the life, and smiles too. The young life and Creator becomes friends over time, but a dark day befalls their friendship. “Father, I have returned, for now I know how to hurt you.” The lost life pulls out a flat, sharp object, and grabs Creator’s friend. “Give me what I want or I shall take it from this one.” Creator stares at the lost life as it holds the object to the friends throat. “I am sorry, but I still can not.” The lost life slides the object across the friend’s throat. “You are not sorry, you never have been.” Creator’s friend falls to the ground as its life runs from the opening in its throat. “What have you done, that was my son and my friend.” Creator grabs the lost life into the air, and throws it from the celestial sphere. For days Creator weeps for his sons, the one who is lost, and the one who is no more. Creator calls all the lives together one day. “My children, it is no longer safe for you here. I have made you a new home, outside the celestial sphere. There you well be safe.” The lives begin to cry as Creator and the celestial sphere disappears. “I will always be with you my children, all of you.
    ©2009, Oct. 3 Kenneth A. Reid