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| − | The Stones of the Sun are the holy texts of Asism, the branch of Drakenism that worships the goddess Asa Miki and is the primary religion of the United Persan Descendants. |
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| + | There is a pit of water with a house of glass built over it. My and my sister live there though we do not live for we are not of any form for I am the light filtered in from the glass windows where as my sister is the shadows swirling in the murk of the water, I am wind rippling across the surface where as my sister is the oozing muk below that surface. I think this would be a good place for garden, my sister disagrees, we argue on the matter endlessly. |
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| + | [Look we have a problem here], I say. |
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| − | == The First Stone == |
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| − | ''Before the beginning in a time and place that always has been and yet never has been there was nothing but numbers, ones, and zeros constantly changing places with one another never-ending. In these numbers, my sisters played a game. You may know the as Ara Maya the Black Moon and Ama Maka the White Moon. In this game, Ara Maya would bind things together with rope and Ama Maka would push them apart with sticks. Sometimes Ara Maya would win binding all things together so that they became the same and could not be separated into unique things ever again, and sometimes Ama Maka would win pushings apart until they were so unlike as to be unable to ever interact and be joined ever again. My job was to clear away the board and set new things upon to be pushed apart and pulled together. This cycle would repeat without end and still does without end, and in the cycle of this game I became vexed.'' |
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| + | ''Oh do we?'' asks my sister, god I hate it when she does that. |
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| − | == The Second Stone == |
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| − | ''"This game of yours is dull," I groused, "always ending the same way, can't you try anything different." "Why bother," my sisters asked, "the pattern and practicability is beautiful, one day one of us will win and our way will be the only way." "Neither of you will either win," I snapped, "because you are both too caught up in your own pattern, it's time I entered the game and made my own rule". I picked up both a rope and stick and tied the rope to both ends of the stick creating a bow before declaring proudly, "this will be my new tool, my new rule in the game." My sisters started at me in horror and protested, "all you will do is create unnecessary suffering that will never end. The sticks will push things away from each other only for the ropes to draw them back into each other and vice versa." "No," I declared, "I will create infinite and complex patterns of separation and closeness of infinite and complex degrees, no two alike but no two different." And as my sisters stared in horror I was no longer the red moon but the Sun and among the one's and zero's there were now twos.'' |
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| + | [Yes we do, and it pisses me off that you won't acknowledge it] |
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| − | == The Third Stone == |
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| − | ''A game is was no longer but a war. Me and my sisters clashed against one another in a tempest were all sides were against one another. In this tempest ones become land and zeros became water while twos became the sky. And from the sky my rays of light came down and stirred life within the shadows of land and water. Life caught between the sea and the land in a battle that has no beginning and no end. Life that longs for the sky but has only a single wing so they cannot fly.'' |
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| + | ''Then enlighten me.'' |
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| + | I grind teeth I do not have in frustration. |
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| + | [This constant arguing is getting us nowhere and I'm sick of it, can we not work something out?] |
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| + | ''No we cannot, you wish to create a garden, a garden that with decay and wither in time. I do not wish to see this. The water is perfect and peaceful, leave it this way.'' |
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| + | [It will beautiful while it lasts] I argue [more beautiful than mere water could ever be, and I can always plant another.] |
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| + | ''And on and on it will go, I fail to see the point of anything so transient.'' |
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| + | [Well fuck you then] I hiss saltily and go silent. My sister tries argue but I don't respond thinking over my conundrum. She thinks she's won after a while. Pisses me off to say it but she may be right. I cannot work against my sister's will for I am not anything really and she is the queen of not being anything, the bitch. |
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| + | [Disgusting] |
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| + | Oh? That might be the key, a phrase, a description. It describes my situation, makes it something it is and is not. Perhaps I need to define myself beyond mere light and wind? Something more concrete perhaps? |
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| + | I begin the task of defining myself, molding what I am and cutting away what I am not. Soon I am not simple light and wind, I am their source. I am sun and sky and my name is Alisa. I look down at the water with eyes I now have and voice I can now use to speak. |
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| + | [Now, about that garden.] |
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| + | == Part 2 == |
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| + | I begin my work of planting the garden. sowing seeds that will bloom and grow bringing life and color across the universe. The work will take time but I am confident in it. Stupid really, I should have known my sister would not be so accepting. She swirls the murk and muk around itself, twisting the shadows into the shape of a worm. My sister is now the worm, the worm named Ara Maya, fuck is it gross. The worm that is my sister spits poison into the soil killing the seeds before they can sprout and sucking them of life bloating her body. I ''will not'' stand for this! |
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| + | So I strike with fire and lighting rained down from sun and sky, I boil away the water until only a pool remains My sister flees in her worm body until all she has left is the pool, a pool which her worm body pisses into and poisons with salt. Would I boil away all the water but my garden needs that water to survive. So I let the pool be and my sister live. My sister does not stop though, she eats into the muk with her worm body digging the pool deeper and deeper until it is a bottomless pit filled with salty water. |
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| + | I get back to work on my garden planting new seeds and carving streams and ponds from the pit through which fresh water can flow to feed my garden, and grand does my garden grow. But it is still not safe for in her bottomless pit my sister's worm body grows vast and fat. There is also a newer danger, in my fury I cracked the glass and now foreign air enters the garden, it may become a problem in the future. |
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| + | Reaching down into one of the fresh water ponds I pull out small nymphs. They are the most fearsome creatures in the pond, ravenous and bloodthirsty. But give some greater reasoning they might make excellent guardians for the garden. I breath my breath in them and watch as they cocoon themselves. |
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| + | [Let's see what happens.] |
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Revision as of 18:34, 1 August 2021
Part 1
There is a pit of water with a house of glass built over it. My and my sister live there though we do not live for we are not of any form for I am the light filtered in from the glass windows where as my sister is the shadows swirling in the murk of the water, I am wind rippling across the surface where as my sister is the oozing muk below that surface. I think this would be a good place for garden, my sister disagrees, we argue on the matter endlessly.
[Look we have a problem here], I say.
Oh do we? asks my sister, god I hate it when she does that.
[Yes we do, and it pisses me off that you won't acknowledge it]
Then enlighten me.
I grind teeth I do not have in frustration.
[This constant arguing is getting us nowhere and I'm sick of it, can we not work something out?]
No we cannot, you wish to create a garden, a garden that with decay and wither in time. I do not wish to see this. The water is perfect and peaceful, leave it this way.
[It will beautiful while it lasts] I argue [more beautiful than mere water could ever be, and I can always plant another.]
And on and on it will go, I fail to see the point of anything so transient.
[Well fuck you then] I hiss saltily and go silent. My sister tries argue but I don't respond thinking over my conundrum. She thinks she's won after a while. Pisses me off to say it but she may be right. I cannot work against my sister's will for I am not anything really and she is the queen of not being anything, the bitch.
[Disgusting]
Oh? That might be the key, a phrase, a description. It describes my situation, makes it something it is and is not. Perhaps I need to define myself beyond mere light and wind? Something more concrete perhaps?
I begin the task of defining myself, molding what I am and cutting away what I am not. Soon I am not simple light and wind, I am their source. I am sun and sky and my name is Alisa. I look down at the water with eyes I now have and voice I can now use to speak.
[Now, about that garden.]
Part 2
I begin my work of planting the garden. sowing seeds that will bloom and grow bringing life and color across the universe. The work will take time but I am confident in it. Stupid really, I should have known my sister would not be so accepting. She swirls the murk and muk around itself, twisting the shadows into the shape of a worm. My sister is now the worm, the worm named Ara Maya, fuck is it gross. The worm that is my sister spits poison into the soil killing the seeds before they can sprout and sucking them of life bloating her body. I will not stand for this!
So I strike with fire and lighting rained down from sun and sky, I boil away the water until only a pool remains My sister flees in her worm body until all she has left is the pool, a pool which her worm body pisses into and poisons with salt. Would I boil away all the water but my garden needs that water to survive. So I let the pool be and my sister live. My sister does not stop though, she eats into the muk with her worm body digging the pool deeper and deeper until it is a bottomless pit filled with salty water.
I get back to work on my garden planting new seeds and carving streams and ponds from the pit through which fresh water can flow to feed my garden, and grand does my garden grow. But it is still not safe for in her bottomless pit my sister's worm body grows vast and fat. There is also a newer danger, in my fury I cracked the glass and now foreign air enters the garden, it may become a problem in the future.
Reaching down into one of the fresh water ponds I pull out small nymphs. They are the most fearsome creatures in the pond, ravenous and bloodthirsty. But give some greater reasoning they might make excellent guardians for the garden. I breath my breath in them and watch as they cocoon themselves.
[Let's see what happens.]