The Story of Creation: The First Children
Journal Entry: Sun Nov 4, 2007, 1:50 PM
- Listening to: My computer fan
- Reading: The number I don't remember writing on my arm
- Watching: A hawk in my yard. Wow.
- Playing: With my ring
- Eating: My tongue
- Drinking: Air
Before there was even a dawn to begin time at, there was the Grand Deity. He, (for lack of actual gender) was a towering being, larger than any other mass in the vast reaches of space. He had stone and soil for skin, and vegetation for hair. His teeth, lacking thereof, were made of roots, and he had two small, black, kind eyes of jet. He had great stone plates for feet, and moss covering them. He adorned a cloak made of water, and a cape of seaweed, in which clay was kept. He had a heart made of strings woven from the strongest and most beautiful saplings, and when his heart made a beat, a beautiful and haunting note echoed through his hollow body. When he inhaled, the sound of reeds and horns bellowed, and when he exhaled, a gorgeous whistle was heard. His giant feet sounded like timpani drums, and his cloak flowed smoothly and beat against his ribs, which were composed of hollow reeds.
The clay he kept in his cape was no ordinary clay, it was the clay of creation. The Grand Deity crafted his children out of the holy substance, and for every year that passed, he would mark a small hole in their forehead. once they reached one hundred years old or so, (he always forgot to keep track!) he would enhance them. made them into spirits of nature, and thusly gave them names.
In the one he planted a leaf from his head and buried, he named "Plant".
In the one he fed a piece of his stone flesh, he named "Stone".
In the one he wrapped in a segment of his cloak, he named "Water".
And these three children of his lived together in the far reaches of the universe for quite some time, but something didn't seem finished. The Grand Deity needed a spirit of clay, to watch his children when he was tired. He thought long and hard of what to do, and he came up with an idea. He collected his two oldest children and thought, 'If I combine clay and My flesh, I make Stone. If I combine clay with my hair, I make Plant. If I combine clay with my clothing, I make Water. So if I combine clay with clay, I will make a clay spirit!'
He took the two children and attached their bodies. Done. He placed them among his other children and gave them life. Time passed and he noticed how Clay was always fighting between his heads. He thought long and hard.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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Habit has an unusual and rather violent way of expressing itself when confronted with the advent of change, and should not be feared or exhalted due to the fact that what i have just said makes relatively no sense at all.
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