Once upon a time
There was a man
whose name was God.
He lived happily ever after
in the soft fragrant sparkling
infinite expanse of cosmos,
moving and twirling about,
dancing,
Uhm… frolicking,
playing … really.
Until he got an idea.
An idea of … making something,
Something big and significant and very hard
Something that will hold all ideas about himself, the man-creator
Like all-mighty, all-knowing, all-seeing, and all-everything that isn’t
But is yet to be created.
His personal stamp. Bang!
In the moment the thought formed,
time and space also formed
As a small hard spherical blueprint
in the soft fragrant sparkling
infinite expanse of cosmos.
And God called it World.
And he liked what he made
so he called it Good.
After six days of hard work,
God felt tired so he returned to rest
in the soft fragrant sparkling
infinite expanse of cosmos
which had no name.
“How should I call it?” asked himself God.
It’s the womb where I, the man come from,
so I will call it …
woman.
As he returned to the expanse he named,
to rest and play,
he noticed it wasn’t the same,
it wasn’t what it used to be,
But it became just …
an image of a word.
Just another idea.
Desolated, the man God returned to his Good Work
And never again dared to think about resting.
Or playing.
And his Good World got harder and harder,
denser and denser,
until one day when it simply …
collapsed onto itself.
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… in the soft fragrant sparkling
infinite expanse of cosmos …
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Andreea Garden, October 24, 2015
Image credits: Google Images
Theo and Mira 