A bone. A single bone. Taken from man so that he might not be alone. Alone in the world with nothing to share. No one to share it with. A bone. From this bone created the most mysterious and beautiful thing imaginable that no god, angel, or immortal could take. A bone. Small and lacking importance yet from this was spawned something more vast and unimaginable than anything conceived in history. A woman, created that man might not be alone. Immortality is the most drawing idea imaginable. That is until you come to the realization the you must spend it alone. Alone, man was alone. The vast world of creatures around him and many new things created that he might enjoy and learn. But what good is this? Is it not all in vain if there is no one to share it with? No one to tell you how they see things for it is not possible to view all and see all for the task too great. And thus woman was created. Does this mean they are merely someone to sit by ones side and stare off into the sunset and watch as the flowers weep for their one true love is leaving them and thus they confide to themselves and await the return of their love? This is not true, for merely waiting and hoping is nothing. Nothing at all for time is wasted when you could be learning from the world. But does having others around you mean that you are not alone? The world streams by yet no one loves you. People see that you are there, yet do not aknowledge you. Those who you trust seem to have other intentions in mind. This leaves room for one thing and one thing alone that could stop one from being alone in the vast universe, the endless stream of people, places, sights, experiences. That one thing I tell you is love, love, such a simple word, very small really not much to it. A single syllable. Yet it is as vast as the universe itself, the one thing in the core of each and every person alive, and dead, the things that one goes their entire life in search of yet may never find for as stated it is a small thing, too small to grasp and too large to embrace. Love... such a small thing for such an enormous thing. The one thing that no one can live without, the one thing that would keep the dead crying eternally. As simple a word as it is, there may be no real explanation yet it is there. You feel it in your blood, you taste as it draws near, your mouth watering as you await just a moment, one single moment that may be the first moment of an eternity, or it may be the one and only, touching you for a minute, yet fading away as the sun on the horizon, the colors and sights of it fading quickly as minutes pass, and while you remember it for a while the memory fades just as the color and soon you find yourself in a black pit, struggling to free yourself, seeking that which you cannot have anymore... Love...A single syllable...
by B.F.
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