Creation Story

The Performer and His Friend

Where do you come from? Don’t tell me your ethnicity and I do not want to know your race. The nation in which you were born does not interest me. Can you convey what I’m trying to say? Maybe not. We are just projections of one universal body. Kind of like a light spectrum. Speaking of light, doesn’t it come in many colors? And wouldn’t you say that ‘yeah this is blue and yeah this is red, no difference its still Crayola’? Hmmm….so if we are all just sitting chillin’ out in sold out seats because we were all chosen and our tickets were free. And the one performing for us only performed once before. In a time when fairytale life was real, when life was carefree. In a time where good always triumphs over evil and everyone lives happier ever after. But wait. People die in these fairytales, how can death ever seem good.

He first arrived with a song and people started catching on. But he noticed that there was one who didn’t sway to the beat or move to the drums. Whose ears would bleed whenever the song played, couldn’t escape the sound. Underground he went. Set up shop, how homey. But soon he realized times were getting too lonely. Could it be that the performer and he met before all this started. They were buds sharing hugs, nothing competed with their friendship. But the performer wanted more. He aspired to be great. And He realized ‘why not have an audience and perform on a stage’.

I’ll be all knowing and I’ll be all being. Knowledge of my presence is a must be, along with loyalty and unity. As long as they follow me I’ll be true to thee. Hmm…where do I start? Let me think of something bright how bout I start with a spark and a counterpart for when the bright turns into dark. Kind of cliché its okay, ouhhhh how bout something wet. Let me mix some oxygen and hydrogen together and see what I get. What a color, how bout another maybe something more solid. I’ll paint it green with some trees that would get them enlightened. I’ll put creatures in the green and blue, land and ocean respectively.

But over a time communication started to wane. The reason behind this blew by never stopping to pay, close attention to the performer on stage. His mic blew out and now his followers looking away. His friend offered a comforting hand. Saying that nothing is always really all that you plan. If it were me I’ll give up all these foolish games and concentrate on the friendship that we’ve made.  He agreed for a while until He had another thought. And yes He knew that this decision would break his friends heart. But what is a performer without a sound so He started to sneak around and constructed what we consider today our inner self. Humans they would be called made of natural resources. And for the sake of argument, He created male and female subjects.

His friend was not blind and he noticed the performer spending time in the studio recording a different type of chime. ‘No this couldn’t be’, he said. Fool me twice shame on you. You just wait till your back is turned and I’ll make my move. The performer, though lacking stealth, never faltered from His friendship and saved a seat front and center for him in the audience. Seat noted however the friend wasn’t very grateful because, he felt always vacant and never part of the scene. So one day while the performer was taking a nap, because tinkering always did something to his lower back. The friend took this time to unleash his plan. To turn the audience against their number one fan. Middle of the stage he spoke persuasively…

TBC