Itami

You know, there's that idiotic saying 'drawn like a moth to the flame.' A moth and a flame and someone's gonna get bu-uurned...

But what if it wasn't the moth that would fall down in a puff of ashes, what little is left when the burning isn't purely organic and does not produce only water and carbon dioxide... What if the moth knew exactly what it was doing and knew itself to be the moth? What if the flame was so in name only...
And...

...what if I wouldn't burn? And the flame would not go off?





And in the end, I was right and I was wrong. The flame did not go off, but it did burn me.

There is a stupid tale of a bird that in every thousand years lays its eggs in a nest and then sets the nest into a fire, dying in that flame and being born anew from the ashes and from the heated golden egg.

Usually, when you sit down to think about it, fairy tales are far more grim than it is healthy for any young child to hear. But... are the old stories worse than what this age of Disney'ed, smoothed, and hypocritical stories gives out to children? How are they ever supposed to learn anything? And on the other hand, why do you think that 13-year-old boys and girls take machine guns to schools and shoot their whole class so that blood runs in red rivers down the walls?








Imagine if you can what it is like to have no possessions at all.
Nothing.
Very few people are able to imagine such a thing, to have nothing at all.
Well let us, you and I, try to imagine something a hundred times harder.
Not just to have nothing at all, but when there was nothing at all.
The very beginning of time.
The dawn of history.
Page one.
Nothing at all.
The earth itself without form, and void.
Only an emptiness, formless, a dark endless waste of water.
No living thing, no plant or tree, no bird or animal.
Nothing.
This is before people.
Before anything at all.
A void.
Sitting silent.
Still.
And then...

Nothing.