SubscribeA thick layer of fog hovered just above the salty waters of the origin. There, the roar of the almighty water was deafening to the living ear, while shaking the cores of the non-living elements that surrounded the one. One by one, walls of blue-white life and salt fell forward towards land: they fell hard, and their energy was absorbed. Energy was never ending then, it seemed, for it neither emptied nor tired. The force that generated towers of foam and spray was none other than the one that powered life. Life in turn, finished the cycle, eventually giving back to the one origin. So when the liquid walls fell fast against the solid land, that energy was swallowed by the grains of earth; it was soaked back up by strings of life creating the reciprocating symphony of the one power. The power of the ocean was immeasurable; to lie at the bottom of it or float astride its living current was to feel the presence of the endless being, the living origin. Even the fog hung low to the water lingered there to embrace the almighty presence of the sea. Such a large unified body was so wonderful, yet terrible at the same time, creating the powerful union of life and death.
That mass of saline fluid had brought forth such ugly creatures in times past; yet they grew more gruesome with each era. And before long they took it upon themselves to divide, those ugly ones, and then multiply, forgetting their very origins in the sea. Cast off onto the island, they all emerged at one point long ago, from the one. And just as those walls of water fall here on the white mouth of grainy pumice under this shell of fog, they all fell back to the one, and it sucked them back only to spit them out once more, each regurgitation becoming more hideous. And then came the homosapiens out of it all, the most fatal rejects. Those creatures with the holes on their faces and brains that is were relatively too large for their bodies. These ones that crept about the planet, burdened by the weight of their torturous heads: what was a living creature to do with such intelligence, if intelligence it could have been called? So much promise was awakened at the birth of this species but that promise was never kept, nor did it bloom past skyscrapers and malevolent cures for self-generated diseases. The promise that this species once held fell short directly after their awakening and no conclusive result could be contrived from their selfish existence. It came to a downfall, in the end, but that was inevitable.
To this day more specimen of various build and intelligence still spring from the sea and run the red waters of their originator through their networks of arteries and veins. Those waters run in my veins now as I type, they run to the tips of my fingers and it is only minor layers of cells that hold them back from flowing forth, onto this keyboard.
Salt and mineral derived directly from the sea, the warmth, the depth, and living units that dwell within us are all part of the one; part of the being that will reclaim us in the end. This is a borrowed lot of time, ours is, and for our stay we pay a heavy price. That price is not monetary, nor is it tacit in any manner. It is chemical, mental, and spiritual. This blue-green spherical station on which we cluster is a training ground. And yes, the endless red-blue current of the sea runs us all, it strings us together on an invisible chain that marks us as living, it marks us as one. One life, one energy, one spirit: divided, multiplying, and lost. Lost and renting time on this training ground to learn its way back to the one. Learning, however, we are finding to be difficult, (regardless of the size of our heads) for it is near impossible to find answers by groping in a questionless darkness wielding numb fingers at that. But we are all here, in training for purity. And as it is a relatively timely process to convert swamp water into pure liquid, it takes an even longer more tedious one to make the selfish fragments of a pure being selfless once again.
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