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Angels of Eden Chronicles: Chapter 16

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 14 (When last we left Adam and Eve)

Chapter 16

“She named him ‘Appointed?’”

“I was there myself to hear the naming,” responded Tartanuan.

Lemothta continued to question the name, “Seems a bit blasé, doesn’t it? I mean, ‘Woe is me so this’ll have to do in the place of what I lost?’ When they finally connected again to create this life it was so spectacularly beautiful and all. I just expected their son’s name to reflect the beauty of his point of creation.”

Luciferous spoke up at this point “His name reflects her belief that still, even after driving them out of The Garden, even after both her children were so savagely taken from her, she still believes that that which created her, created us all, has done so specifically for the results of the experiencing of the good she felt throughout her that night that her son was created. Apparently she believes he is a creation Appointed to take the place of the sons that were taken from her. As though this ‘Appointed’ is a gift from Our Creator Itself. There’s nothing blasé about his name, his name speaks of he being her solitary hope from out of all the suffering her life has been this century she has existed. He is the one appointed to continue humanity now that Cain has been driven away where no daughter could exist to create offspring since Adam and Eve are the only people thus far existent.”

They all nodded in concurrence as Luciferous defended the name given by Living to her son.

 .  .  .

As time went on Adam created with Eve more sons and daughters. And as time went on, these sons and daughters made amongst themselves many more human beings in kind. All, that is, except he who was called “Appointed.” One day, concerned that Seth had not yet known one of his sisters, Adam took him aside and voiced his concerns.

“Son, you are already more than a hundred years old. Your brothers took to the blessing of knowing their sisters generally around the age of thirteen, as young as eleven! For one of your sisters to be much older that eight years old before becoming a helper to one of your brothers has been virtually unknown. Son, you must swell with frustration to see your sisters blossom into the maturity of child-bearing age. Why have you not yet claimed one of your mother’s daughters to accompany you through your life?”

And so Seth responded to his father’s earnest concern, “Father, it simply has not seemed natural to me to take one of my sisters for a wife. Not that they are not even surpassing in beauty of my mother, but it always seems unnatural to me to consider any of them who have not yet reached a child bearing age as being able to be a companion to me. But rather, they seem so much as being like myself, I feel compelled to teach them about living; give them the tools to exist joyfully. And those of childbearing age, I have seen them grow from my mother’s womb and my brain. They are beautiful, and almost impossible to pass up in light of my physical frustrations, but most are by then my brother’s wives, and besides, by this time in my life I have learned well how to control the frustrations of my body, and they seem too close to me in terms of friendship and camaraderie that I would think of them as anything but the family with whom I have grown up. There simply seems something unnatural about the thought of taking my sister into my bed.”

“Besides,” continued Seth, “it seems too frequent for my tastes that my nieces and nephews are larger in size than seems proper, and always the large ones seem not as easy to teach, and ever more quarrelsome than the rest of those more in appearance like you and I and the children of my brothers and sisters who also are not so large in body combined with such a differing mode of mind.”

“Nonetheless,” responded Adam, “It is not good that a man should be alone. It seems like there is less of this, as you say, gargantuanism, from the offspring of my grandchildren who choose not to marry their siblings. Perhaps if you chose one of your nieces instead to wed . . .”

“Still such a thought makes me uneasy father. There simply seems something inherently wrong about claiming a young girl who is not old enough to make up her own mind or succeed at any trade on her own as a wife, especially when I continue to feel awkward at the idea of one of my own blood who I help in raising as any more than a friend and a member of my community whom I work beside in creating our life.”

Adam thought for a moment or two. Then, his countenance lifted, “Son, do you know very well my great, great, grandchildren who have settled to the far south west of where your mother and I have our dwelling?”

“I have been invited to dinner there with you and mom when their parents had invited us with my other brothers and sisters to their house, but I don’t think I’ve seen them in over ten years.”

“Yes. They tend to like to keep to themselves. They have taken to a rather odd thought that their children should be a certain age before they take spouses, and that their children should connect some way in mind before connecting in any way in body.”

Seth’s face brightened as though he had just been told he was not the only man on Earth.

“It has something to do with problems my great grandson had had when he was fifteen and took his wife, then six, to be his companion. But what they had decided was that any sooner than twelve was a bad idea for their daughters, and that at least twenty was appropriate for their sons. I’ve even heard it rumored that they’d prefer both sons and daughters to be thirty years old before choosing companions who are, specifically, not their own siblings. Anyway, they happen to have three daughters, each two years apart in age, who are not married, and, if memory serves, the youngest is fourteen; she’s just beginning to ripen! If you do not object, son, may I arrange for you to have dinner with my great grandchildren’s family?”

After considering, briefly, his loneliness and frustration of body at war always with his natural repugnance for taking to bed a young girl who he was just beginning to instruct in proper speech and creating tools of life out of other materials, he acquiesced to meeting his great nieces and seeing what feelings he had toward them upon meeting them.

 .  .  .

And so at that dinner Seth met Lila. She was the oldest of the sisters, and he enjoyed speaking with her more than the other two. She had many fruitful thoughts about ways she thought it was proper to live life based on what her parents had taught her, and, much more importantly, what she had seen herself of the world over the eighteen years she had been alive. To converse with such a beautiful young lady who found a natural repulsion at the thought of knowing her brothers, and who couldn’t imagine merely indulging the animal urges of a boy less than fifteen years of age, he asked if he might return to meet with her again. She blushed as she told him that she’d like very much the opportunity to speak with him further.

While Lila’s parents were hesitant to let Lila out of their house with Seth, telling her always after he had gone that if there was any doubt in her mind whether she enjoyed Seth’s company enough to spend time with him raising children for the next several hundred years, she ought take a decade or two to give it proper thought, Lila was little more than twenty when she snuck off into the field with Seth, and they knew each other.

The angels were delighted when, 105 years after his own birth, Appointed and Lila named their son exactly what he was: Human Being.

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Angels of Eden Chronicls: Chapter 14

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2013| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 10 (Because it leads nicely up to where we are now.)

Chapter 14

“As we feared, his name wrought the prophecy of his life.”

“Yes, but perhaps we had a hand in it more than any ill-thought through word of his parents.”

“At any rate, we will be careful not to come in contact with them again until they have formed of themselves so many after so many generations, that we will seem only to them as others like them in nature.”

“And at this rate, how many centuries do you figure that will take? I mean, how long is their natural lifetime going to be anyway? Now we know they can die just as the slaughter of any animal of Omnipresence’s creation, but how long is their natural lifetime that a time might come when any not recognize that we did not come of existence as they have come to exist?”

“As we knew we would have time to, the time we have shall be bidden until a time comes when we can be beings not merely passive. And when that day comes, may we have learned from them that we can assist without burdening them as so far we have done.” So spoke Luciferous.

“Yes, but we have done some good for them.”

“And we will again, more so even, but first we will bide our time that we will harm them no longer. For all the work we have enacted, how quickly we have undone the greatest of our intentions.” So spoke Luciferous.

“And should obvious action to take come?”

“Who here would deny assistance be given them cleanly in a moment in which they truly required it for their greatest possible outcome?” So spoke Luciferous, and in reply came the peace and stillness of the night.

.  .  .

And in despair of the one called “Living,” her husband from his own grief and anger knew confusion as he offered his hand to his wife in consolence she often refused, and was seldom for even a moment appeased by.

And the angels watched with heavy hearts, despairing to see two men, once lovers, reverted by emotion to a state resembling that of the animal called “gorilla” trying to communicate in a language of only emotion-filled gestures speaking of wants they seemed to posses no word with which to articulate to each other.

And after several years time, they found with out words that the mud of their beings settled, and the waters of their souls were clear that they may recognize each other through clear water, and know each other from the experience of making peace out of the wars within that they had suffered through no faults of their own.

They were no longer separate by their pain grief and confusion, and touching head to head to feel each other’s thought as though one, so did the belly of the Living One grow with the co-created child of Man.

And so it happened, 130 years into the life of Man, Man’s third son, Seth, was born.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 11

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on December 9, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 10 . . .

Chapter 11

Gendlebleth stood alone in a field surrounded by high grass and purple and blue and red and white and yellow wildflowers. Up next to his foot hopped a bunny rabbit. Gendlebleth stooped down and picked the bunny up by the nape of its neck and looked at it in the eye. As he stared into the face of the bunny, and the bunny stared back into his eyes, the corners of his lips were raised into a smile; pure joy. His hand next closed around the bunny’s neck, and he brought its body down against a large boulder repeatedly: WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Down came the body of the rabbit in his hand no less than two dozen times against the rock when finally he stopped.

The bloody, broken body of the small animal hung limp in his hand; half of its body missing meat and skin and bone dripping the liquid still barely left in its body. As he held it up by the neck to look into its eyes, it was the dead, glazed visage of Abel staring back at him.

Gendlebleth awoke out of his nightmare in a cold sweat. He recalled how the meeting had gone earlier that night. After entering the ring of the other angels, Luciferous had come straight to him and immediately embraced him tightly as Gendlebleth wept openly and freely in his arms. He spoke to the entire group as he spoke to his weeping friend, “They have free choice. No more than we could tell our creator what It cannot do, so too can we not tell them what they cannot do. And likewise, we must be cautious of what we teach them is in their capacity. It isn’t your fault Gendlebleth, you didn’t know that such a thing had never occurred to him before, and more than that, that he would act upon it.”

Hearing the words of his friend “you didn’t know,” Gendlebleth felt compelled to pull away, run to the edge of the hill, and begin vomiting. Luciferous looked on after his friend with sympathy before turning back to address the rest of the group.

As all around the circle nodded gravely and sadly while Luciferous spoke, Gendlebleth could be heard in the background weeping between the heaves of undigested bits pushing their way up through his esophagus.

.  .  .

As Cain left the body of his brother, he reflected with pride that he had employed his brother’s technique so well he had apparently scarcely felt any pain as his life quickly flowed from his body. Cain felt something suddenly very heavy and hollow taking up a great deal of room in the middle of his chest, but he prided himself on his work well done, and could not imagine what the meaning of this feeling was as he walked home to dinner.

Shortly after sitting on the ground where they took their supper together, Adam spoke to his son, “Where is your brother Abel?”

Cain looked up at his father, the feeling in his stomach becoming heavier as quickly, nervously, he tried to dodge the question put forth to him, “I don’t know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

“Are you your brother’s keeper? What an odd thing to say.” Adams face contorted as he strove to suss out what his son’s statement could possibly mean. “The two of you are practically inseparable. I know the two of you have places you go alone, but when have the two of you ever not been present for the grace of the sustenance we receive from That Which Created us simultaneously? If we are very fortunate, your brother brings us the life of an animal that does not understand choosing food, and you bring with you the gifts of the soil, and we eat together. Your mother is preparing the lamb stew now from the work of both your hands and will be more curious, even than I, when she does not see your brother present. You have no knowledge even of where your brother might be?”

Looking into his father’s eyes, Cain could not bear to lie, the pain of weight and emptiness was growing within him as he heard each word of his father spoken. His internal burden seemed to be bursting through him as he spoke the truth lest the pain tear his flesh asunder. Barely audibly he murmured pathetically “Abel won’t be coming to dinner Father. Abel will never take dinner with us again.”

And now the concern began to fill his father’s face as Adam felt a pit begin in his own stomach, “What do you mean son?”

“I thought that if you did not have him to be proud of for the meat he brought you, perhaps you would be proud to have my wheat alone since there would be nothing else to compare it to.”

A bit louder he spoke, “What do you mean, son?”

“I took his life that I’d have no worry as to my own, Father.”

“No worry to your own life? Took his life? What have you done? You could not have killed your brother?”

“I thought that if I worked even harder, planted more crops, did more work creating our house that –“

“You killed your brother?”

“I’m prepared to take over his duties, and –“

“YOU KILLED YOUR BROTHER?” As Adam shouted his question with the boiling blood of all his rage, Eve appeared at the door of the dwelling carrying in her hands the pot of lamb stew she had been preparing for their supper.

Cain’s eye flew to those of his mother. Adam’s head turned abruptly toward his wife almost as though his neck could act like an owl’s. Eve stared deeply into the eyes of her son, then looked at Adam’s, then turned again back to her son’s face. Back and forth between them she looked as the pot in her hands began to rattle in her increasingly unsteady grasp. Finally the finality of the realization was allowed by her to be perceived, and as the pot fell to the floor, the contents spilling out to cover much of the ground of their dwelling, a shriek of pure terror, high pitched, shrill and loud, tore from out of her throat, slicing open the night as though only anguish had ever existed for her and she wished to fill the world singularly with the pain she now felt.

The heavy emptiness that Cain felt in his stomach now filled with that sound of his mother wailing her perfect misery to all of God’s creation as though he were soaking up every decibel like a sponge directly into that hole left when he removed his brother from his life. When, minutes latter, her one, long breath did stop, and Eve fell to her knees, her inhalation a sob gasping automatically to keep her alive through the tears that began to fall, the sound of all that she had emptied through her throat still filled the void that had formed so much weight in the center of Cain. He stood up and stepped toward his mother to comfort her, and as he did, felt a hand grasp the back of his covering by the neck and pull him outside sharply.

He practically flew out the door from the gesture of his father’s adrenalin-filled arm. Cain’s head landed against a rock hard before Adam picked Cain up next by the front of his covering, by the neck, and held his son’s face up to his own, “Listen; your brother’s blood is crying out to me from the ground! And now you are cursed from the ground, which has opened its mouth to receive your brother’s blood from your hand. When you till the ground, it will no longer yield to you its strength; you will be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth. I cast you from this place that you will never return!”

Horror filled Cain’s face as he cried out up toward the gaze of his father, “My punishment is greater than I can bear! Today you have driven me away from the soil, and I shall be hidden from your face; I shall be a fugitive and a wanderer on the earth, and I long that my mother may give birth that another shall grow quickly, meet me, and kill me.”

“Not so!” Adam spat on the ground, “Your mother did not suffer the pain of your creation and your brother’s that another child of ours would turn its face as well from The Creator Of Life Infinite! Whoever kills Cain will suffer a seven fold vengeance.” And the gash in Cain’s head where his head had struck the rock moments ago began to bleed.

.  .  .

As her wail filled the night sky, the ears of all the angels were filled with the feeling of their hearts sinking to hear the pain of the human woman suffering more greatly than they ever could conceive of being merely separate from the other halves of their selves. Antagnous held Casarta close to her as she heard the pain of the woman losing her children whose labor she suffered that they would know the fullness of life.

Through the heaves of his stomach, and his tears, her sound penetrated deeply into Gendlebleth’s heart where it filtered to a place just beneath it, and stayed even after the sound of the beginning of her profound misery had ceased.

After his vomiting and tears had stopped, and he had been carried back to his tent to sleep, her suffering’s sound still filled him as he continued to weep himself into an exhaustion, and finally slumber.

When he awoke later in the darkness, he could not again find his way to further nightmares as he awaited the rising of the sun. He prayed fervently that a night would come when again his body would follow naturally to its proper place in the mind of the night without fear of what torture his own actions would reflect through the feelings of his existence.

.  .  .

In Its dwelling, the Lord heard the proclamation of Cain’s father, and saw that it was good.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 9

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 25, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 8 . . .

Chapter 9

And so it was that Abel matured alongside his brother Cain. And as the family grew, so too grew the watch of the angels on the every movement of the creation of the image of Divinity that they might understand better how to help those they set themselves in body to assist. By now there were three sets of watches: one to monitor Adam and Eve, one to monitor Cain and Abel, and one that could keep watch as the pairings split up and wandered independent of each other.

One afternoon, between watches of the first and second generations of the Lord’s creation, Gendlebleth and Harenethian began walking back to the overlook after being relieved of their watch by Tartantuan and Kleshala. Coming to the overlook, Gendlebleth noticed Antagnous weeping at the top of the hill while watching the home of Adam and Eve down below. Reflecting for a moment on his own meditations of sadness to be apart from himself, and for discovering causing a living entity pain before violently destroying its life. He had decided to name these emotions once he had killed the rabbit, for in that moment he had seen for the first time death, and experiencing it directly, knew what it was; the emotion, therefore, he decided aught to be named by what created it “saw death.” Recognizing almost the exact same emotion in Antagnous gazing seemingly absently toward the dwelling of Divinity’s great creation below, he felt an impulse to do anything that Antagnous’ pain may even for a moment be distracted from. With this in his mind and heart, he turned back from where he had come and set himself in the direction of the uncultivated field below.

Once reaching the field, Gendlebleth began to gather crocuses and lilies growing wild. He found flowers were beautiful with all the color in their different forms, and they did not scream with pain when they were separated from their source of life. Flowers were always pleasant in every circumstance, and they made him happy when he spent time with them, sitting amongst them, and smelling their scent of reproduction that attracted the creatures that facilitated their continued existence. Reflecting on what brought brief and subtle solace to his own inextricable torment, he thought perhaps the gesture of offering flowers to Antagnous might even for a moment distract her from her own necessary torment.

At the other side of the field Tanalan and Tritictus did not at first see Gendlebleth picking flowers in the high, thick foliage of the large, open field. All they saw was The Created dissolving into same said high, thick flora. And Cain was already far too close to be offered any kind of distraction by the time he was practically upon Gendlebleth; they merely looked at each other, shaking their heads from side to side, and thinking the exact same quandary on future’s affect as they watched the child grow to the inevitability of stumbling upon their friend.

At first, at seeing his back, Cain supposed he must have met his father in this field, for he could fathom no other explanation. As Gendlebleth’s face turned to meet the rustling behind him, both were startled for their respective perceptions of what they hadn’t anticipated finding when they had entered amongst the grass and flowers; each other.

Gendlebleth was at a loss for words, so spoke first the boy excited in his confusion, “Who are you?”

Gendlebleth paused for a moment to think as quickly as he could before responding with the first thought that came to mind that sounded at all reasonable, “I am a man.”

Cain stared inquisitively. “There’s only one man, my father. He was created the only man. You look like a man, but my father is the only man. You must be lying. I must tell my father what I have seen.”

“No wait!” Gendlebleth’s mind reeled at the possible ramifications of the family knowing of the existence of his kind. “I will tell you the truth. I am a messenger from your Creator.”

“What do you mean?” spoke Cain.

“Our Common All-Creator created our kind outside of the physical existence as you know it that we may be for It alone. When Man and Living, your parents, were created, some of us chose to serve the Divinity in you rather than the Direct Divinity thinking that life would go harder for you without our help.”

“What did any of that mean?” asked Cain. “What have you done for us so far?”

“Well,” continued Gendlebleth, “for starters we made your parents their first garments of clothing . . . But it might be more helpful just now if I didn’t tell you too much about us. And until you’ve had more experience existing in Our Creator’s Infinitence, knowing the service to That Which Created you in Her Image I think won’t be an easy notion for you to grasp.

“I’ll make with you a covenant: if you don’t tell your parents or your brother that you met me, and if you don’t share with them more about Our Creator than they already know, I’ll meet with you here once every seven days to tell you something of What Created Us, and how my kind came to exist in aspect as humanity that we might serve you as best we can.”

“You want me to lie to my parents?” As Cain uttered these words Tanalan smacked her palm against her forehead as she anticipated Gendlebleth’s next utterances.

“If you find no intrinsic harm in not telling them about me and my kind, I ask you to keep my existence to yourself. And if you feel an intrinsic good will be done by informing them of what they do not know, you must follow that impulse instead. I ask merely that you consider more good may be done just now of not informing them of what they do not now know.”

“You speak complicated, but I don’t feel bad right now about what you’re asking me, which I think is what you mean. You promise to tell me more about you though?”

“My word is my oath.” spoke Gendlebleth.

“Okay then. How many of you are there anyway?”

“I’ll answer this one question now, but then I must be on my way . . .” And Gendlebleth attempted to answer the boy’s question before leaving him puzzled in the field.

 .  .  .

He walked past Tanalan and Tritictus, crocuses and lilies in hand, without uttering a word as they stared at their friend walking past. They stood their post watching after their charge as their minds stood dumbfounded by what had come to pass.

Coming to the top of the overlook, Gendlebleth extended his hand holding the flowers out to Antagnous as the rest of the tribe closed in around him that they might all share a long discussion of what had and might come to pass that night.

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Angels of Eden: Chapter 8

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on November 17, 2012| Leave a Comment »

In the beginning . . .

Chapter 8

After answering a handful of questions posed by the others as to how rain was made, Taranzael explained that it was time for them to leave with the likeness-creatures since the likeness-creatures were no longer to be allowed in The Garden. It took the flaming sword it held, and released it in the middle of the path leading to The Tree of Life. Shortly after he did so, a sprinkle of light rain and mist accompanied other Cherubs who came also to guard The Garden.

“All right all bodies assigned to half of ourselves, we have work to do that has nothing to do with where we cannot be for now. Let us start toward where the male and female have gone, being careful not to reveal our presences until they are ready, for they may be confused that we exist and want something of us that we should not give. Let us walk in their path and create for ourselves a circumstance by which we can be of help and service.” And with that they began walking toward the East.

Antagnous, Beatrica, and Gendlebleth worked together to fashion garments for the man and woman and left them by their sides to find when they awakened. The man and woman gave thanks to that which had created them for giving them warmth even after they had been evicted from where they began. Antagnous, Beatrica, and Gendlebelth also fashioned garments for themselves, and taught the others how to make simple garments.

Those who had chosen to become as the man and woman so as to serve them made a camp on a hilltop high above where the man and woman eventually chose to settle and create for themselves a shelter. Two of the embodied angels would watch closer to where Man and Living resided, and then pass the details of their day-to-day existence to the others; in this way the couple was always watched and the group who had chosen embodiment to serve the creation of The Creator were made aware of the progress of humanity at all times without intruding upon them. Gendlebleth was grateful that the red from the blood that had dyed the pelt of the first rabbit brought out the color in the eyes of she called “Living.”

Not much time had passed before news had reached the tribe of angels that Eve’s belly was growing. As Eve’s belly grew, so too did Antagnous’. About a week before Eve gave birth, Antagnous had a daughter. Lousitous marveled at the life he had created from the moment of his greatest pain and shame. They understood it as a sign of intent from On High that the daughter of these angels different in being had skin as red as glowing embers. They understood before the development of human society that her skin would mark her as different from all other humans, and likewise from angels, that it would be all but impossible for her to have a direct hand in the lives of humanity, as well serve as an ever-present reminder to the angels themselves against self-betrayal no matter how great the impulse.

The child’s birth informed the angels what to expect in making sure Eve’s first birth went smoothly. Adam awoke next to the river to find a particularly porous garment floating amidst the reeds two days prior to his son’s birth; he was inspired to have enough water on-hand accordingly.

Likewise, the angels had a basic knowledge that the taking-care of the child was a highly intuitive matter, and that feeding the new-born would not be something they’d have to somehow inform the living creations to accomplish. The angels watched in pride in their Creator’s creation as Adam arose to the challenge of invention as discomforts of cold, hunger, and the growth of his child and well-being of his wife motivated him to create in the image of what needed to exist for their continued experiencing of existence. And Eve as well invented and innovated where he did not that they would enjoy and thrive amidst the creative existence they had been made to embody.

Not long after his birth, Eve had named their son Cain. The angels saw that this name was a good name. They had been undecided whether or not to name the daughter of Antagnous and Lousitous up to this time, and decided it would be best to name her in emulation of Living and her husband that they might better understand this creation from on high, and so better serve them. After a long discussion amongst the group, they decide on Casarta with the meaning of “the way of letting existence show its purpose as it unfolded.” Since they had never existed before, nor created life theirselves, this seemed to be the most appropriate indicator to attach to what to them was a being in most ways wholly unknown.

And so the angels took cues from the pair and their creations as to how their own tribe developed; rather quickly they found themselves pondering over the question of how they would educate the begotten daughter’s existence as they found her becoming the daughter of the tribe itself and all partook of raising a creature they had never considered could exist before they, themselves had decided to exist as they currently did. It was not long after watching the birth of the son and the birth of their daughter that they’d notice that Eve’s belly again began to grow.

Casarta was about two years old when the third new pierce of silence cut the quiet air of night with a cry from a being capable of consciousness who had not existed before. Listening at the window of the once-again parents, Versbethjian’s face turned to horror to hear the short conversation carried on the wind into her ear. She left Larthagen alone as she ran to the top of the hill to send the next two watchers sooner than expected, and to share the news with the rest of the tribe.

“She named him what?! No, no. That can’t be!”

“It’s true sir. They discussed it at some length and repeated it several times. They seemed to think it reflected the truth of considering meaning when one is existent, and thought that it would serve as a reminder to him as to the nature of reality and the joy that would be accessible to him once he transcended considering the ‘why’ of his existence.”

“Be that as it may,” up spoke Luciferous, “You all know how She regards the word. It is wise we are wary of the ramifications of thoughts’ power to create that spoken as the law created by It’s own ‘Lips’ alone. Naming one’s child ‘Emptiness’ cannot bode well, no matter how noble the intent . . .”

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