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Darkness and Light

 

In the beginning, Darkness was the mistress of the known and unknown universe.  It was a calm era of nothing; just the sense of being in Darkness’s embrace.  Pain could not be in a place that didn’t have feeling.  Right could not be possible in a place that had no contrasting wrong.  Thus there were no problems in this kingdom of Darkness for there was no ill will, discontentment… or emotion.  There was just the idea of being that was there.  And because of this, there was a continuous link between all; a sense of balance.

 

However, just because these things – as they were given no shape, form, or unique characteristic to distinguish one from the other and therefore could not be given a more specific name – could not feel the differences didn’t mean that she was the same.  On the contrary, Darkness had within her the capacity to love and because of this, other emotions existed as well within her.  This certain ability became her undoing.  One saw that, yes, she created the entities, but some thing was wrong with them – or at least it seemed that way through her perception.

 

She would create a few at a time, then would admire the fact that they were there.  But when she moved to create more, the entities she created previously would deteriorate into nothing but dust.  This was because they were cursed with mortality.  Their destiny was to die, whereas hers was to live on for all eternity.  This was the only difference that existed and within it sparked the creation of something that she had yearned for as she continuously created what was almost immediately lost.

 

The discontentment within her grew with each passing entity.  She tried to nurture them; love them to her fullest capacity in hopes that they would stay longer than the previous ones, but they didn’t.  Instead they dwindled away; back into her they went as if they never were created.  With this mounting frustration was the creation of something that had unintentionally been created.

 

This thing was a tiny spark at first; too small to be noticed by the immortal.  But grow it did with the sadness, dissatisfaction and frustration.  It did not take long before Darkness came to notice that there was something amiss in the universe – something that had not existed previously.  There was a noticeable imbalance that needed to be acknowledged.  And acknowledge it, she did.  Lo and behold, before her very being was a tiny ball of something… something that had just begun to define the universe.

 

Seeing this as a wondrous thing, she became fascinated with it – loved it for the marvel it represented.  However, there grew within her a fear so great and powerful.  What if this thing was to die just like the rest of them?  But with her fear, this unintentional creation grew.  She became entranced by it – finding it beautiful and perfect.

 

With her focus being solely on it – which she lovingly dubbed Light and a ‘he’ for Darkness was a she – she neglected to notice that the universe had changed drastically.  Light – who seemed so harmless in the beginning – began to extend his fingers across space – defining the undefined; branding the entities – the existing with his touch; burning them.  He began to tear down the bridges between those that existed – making them split into different paths from each other – some in the relatively same direction as other but most going their different ways.

 

Before Darkness knew it, there was large, small, tall and short; round or square.  There were different hues – strange pinks, soft lavender, striking yellows and angry reds as well as the lush greens and sad blues.  And to her dismay, the entities – in particular those that were named ‘humans’ – began to worship Light as their savior – a god to venerate; he, who gave differences, dissatisfaction and pleasure and pain; he who reached his greedy hands out to all the corners that he could, leaving Darkness to stay in those that he couldn’t.

 

She became the evil one; something to fear for within her embrace came ignorance as one could not see what was beyond them; behind them.  During the reign of Darkness, there was only the need to know that one existed.  Therein lay the ability of contentment.  With the worship of Light, however, came the need to know everything.  This constant dissatisfaction was what Light fed upon – for that was what he was created with: dissatisfaction and greed and selfishness.  He was the embodiment of all that was evil, yet he became the epitome of beauty and happiness.

 

Light reveled in his high position, trying to influence as many as he could to see him as the good.  Those that did not follow his rule were seen as followers of Darkness – an evil title to the human entities and were shunned from their society.  Bad people lost in the clutches of Darkness… insane individuals with no proper sense of what’s right and what’s wrong.  They did not see, however, that this bad; this view of insanity was merely the work of Light and his influence on all those who followed him; he the epitome of greed, dissatisfaction and difference.  Without him, there would only be Darkness and her reign.  A reign that bridged all lives together, keeping those in her rule indefinite, ignorant, but most importantly content.  If only she would see the good in herself, but she was too ignorant to look inside of her being.  So she existed for the sole reason that she loved her creations despite the fact that they hated her in return.

 

Light and Darkness – the basic contrast; the evil and good; these two immortals silently clash in the midst of their worshippers.  Even to this day, they clash for utter control.  They ask for a universe of one-sidedness – utter dissatisfaction with no hope or utter satisfaction with ignorance.  And this is an end that even Time cannot tell…  It could tell you how it was; It could tell you how it is now.  But It will never be able to tell you how it will be… for this battle for control is driven by fear and love and both emotions within the immortals are too powerful to tell which will finally overwhelm the other.  Time just knows that one would give in sooner or later… and then at that point, the entire system known and unknown will plunge into absolute darkness… or light.

 

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