Creation

It was night forever. It seemed to never end. And it was completely dark too. And cold. Very cold. I remember that.

There was lots of time to think about things.

But there was little to contemplate. Infinity. Eternity. Coldness.

And then infinite eternal cold.

Suddenly and

magically, it finally

was dawn.

The light was upon

us and gave us

energy.

The light fed us and

kept us warm.

It brought us to life.

Things always seem

smaller when you go

back.

I was smaller then

too, I guess.

The world seemed

bigger to me then.

And yet, I now know

that it has grown.

The world has

grown faster and

bigger than me,

faster and bigger

than I can know.

Life was simpler then. It was easier to get around.

Everything you needed was right there. And if you couldn’t find it, it wouldn’t be a big deal to make it.

I could create what I needed. I did.

You could find your

way because the

path was well

beaten.

It was the same

path you had always

taken.

The same path your

parents had used.

I remember my father told of his father taking that same path.

I’ll bet even grandfather told of his father on that path.

That is why I remember where to go.

At one end of the

path was sleep, at

the other end, food.

Another path was to

water, and yet

another led to a

great view of the

valley.

But there are other

paths.

Maybe they are less

travelled, but they

go somewhere.

Others travel them

to different places at

different times.

As I walk the path trees

appear before me and

recede behind me.

Groves appear and

disappear.

Yet forests are never

seen in whole, only in

part.

We assume they go

beyond our view ahead

and behind.

What we learn

ahead changes

everything we knew

about the path

already travelled.

What is yet unknown

will alter what we

know forever.

It takes time.

I learn from seeing

more of the same

path with turns, rises

and falls.

Always the same,

and always different.

We live at the edge

of the forest, where

the trees shrink to

shrubs and then to

grass

And where the river

comes to sit at the

edge of the lake.

The edges are rich

and interesting.

That is what makes

us rich and

interesting.

There were others,

but not equal to us.

So we were told by

one who came

before.

We were given this

special place and

special ability to live

in this place.

There is none equal.

It has always been

this way.

It will always be this

way.

We are at the centre

of a beautiful place

where we belong.

We are strong in our

place.

We continue.

But not alone.

This is the way it was

told to me when we

arrived a very long

time ago.

Nothing has changed.

But things are

different.

We know more.

We are a part of the

whole

We continue with

our place

We have many a

role to play

There are paths to

walk, places to go

and things to do.

The more we learn,

the more the world

changes.

That is the universal

law.

We are creatures of

routine differences.

Now we consume.

We sleep. We rise

and eat again.

Now we make our

bed.

We have light and

dark.

That is what they

said when we

arrived not long ago.

That is what I am

telling you.

That is what it was like when I

lived. So I am told. By one who

was. And he is now gone, and

then returned. If I remember right.

This is our bed and our breakfast