There was a story that came to an end.
Just as it was nearing the finish line,
Another story began.
This story met the First.
In their brief meeting,
Before the First finished,
The two begat a Third story.
It then stood in the legacy of the First.
The Second and Third stories became friends as the First disappeared.
Their friendship begat yet another story.
As the Second grew old, the Third became sad.
“I am afraid of what will happen when you end,”
Wept the Third.
Little did it know, the story that the Second and Third created also created a few stories of its own.
The Fourth created a new story with the Second (the Fifth) and another with Third (the Sixth).
The Fifth created new stories with the Second, Third, Fourth, and Sixth.
The Sixth, stories with the Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth.
As the Third wept in the presence of the aging Second, the Second simply smiled at the Third.
“You fear the future when the present has already become the past. Look around you. You and I are a part of all of the stories we have created together and we will continue to be a part of the stories yet to come. When you feel alone or worried, visit with one of the stories we have created. In them, you will find me. But, more importantly, you will find yourself.”
As the Second whispered its final words, it dissolved into a small light that burst into a million pieces and struck each of the stories previously created.
Upon impact of each photon, a new story burst from each of the old.
As the Third watched this beautiful duplication take place, a single tear fell from its eye.
This tear struck the ground and from the puddle burst yet one more story.
The Third lifted the newborn story from the ground and spoke softly,
“Welcome to our great family, where you are never truly alone.”
An inquisitive look crossed the newborn’s face.
“What shall I call all of these stories?”
The Third smiled and answered, simply,
“Life."
The two begat a Third story.
It then stood in the legacy of the First.
The Second and Third stories became friends as the First disappeared.
Their friendship begat yet another story.
As the Second grew old, the Third became sad.
“I am afraid of what will happen when you end,”
Wept the Third.
Little did it know, the story that the Second and Third created also created a few stories of its own.
The Fourth created a new story with the Second (the Fifth) and another with Third (the Sixth).
The Fifth created new stories with the Second, Third, Fourth, and Sixth.
The Sixth, stories with the Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth.
As the Third wept in the presence of the aging Second, the Second simply smiled at the Third.
“You fear the future when the present has already become the past. Look around you. You and I are a part of all of the stories we have created together and we will continue to be a part of the stories yet to come. When you feel alone or worried, visit with one of the stories we have created. In them, you will find me. But, more importantly, you will find yourself.”
As the Second whispered its final words, it dissolved into a small light that burst into a million pieces and struck each of the stories previously created.
Upon impact of each photon, a new story burst from each of the old.
As the Third watched this beautiful duplication take place, a single tear fell from its eye.
This tear struck the ground and from the puddle burst yet one more story.
The Third lifted the newborn story from the ground and spoke softly,
“Welcome to our great family, where you are never truly alone.”
An inquisitive look crossed the newborn’s face.
“What shall I call all of these stories?”
The Third smiled and answered, simply,
“Life."
No comments:
Post a Comment