What Makes the World

What Makes the World (500Words, Round 3, Day 11, 2/26/18)

Have you ever wondered how it all began? How we got started on this world? Well, before there was technology buzzing about day in and day out; before there were buildings reaching up to the sky; before there were planes and trains and ships moving people and things across the world; before there was industry making things go faster and further; before there were cities and towns; before there were busses and cars; before there were houses and schools and places of worship; before there were communities; before there were books; before there were songs; before there was language; before there were people; before there were animals hunting and grazing on the land; before there were birds in the sky; before there were plants and trees coming out of the earth; before there were fish in the sea; before there was air and water and fire; before there was time; before there was light and dark; there was a spark.

A tiny spark.

It was the beginning of our world, before there was anything to begin. The spark existed all alone. The spark didn’t have shape. It didn’t have color. Shape and color didn’t exist yet. It was an essence, an idea. The spark was, and it was all that was.

The spark was here before there was a here to be had. It was here, rolling and weaving before direction. It’s essence was a vibration of intention. It had want – that was all it had. The spark of want spun around, casting about, wanting.
Intention. Want. The spark wanted and wanted and wanted so hard that, finally, because of all its moving and spinning, it split in two. The spark was no longer alone. There were two sparks, both made of want, alike in many ways.

Two sparks.

Not identical. Each spark had its own vibration. That they were different was the beginning of something. Together, their different vibrations formed patterns. Rhythms. Together, they began to create. Together, their first creation was love.

The sparks existed together, wanting on their own, needing each other. They found new patterns between their vibrations, new rhythms. The sparks moved and spun and rolled and weaved and, as they did, their love grew. The vibrations and the spinning and the love and the rolling caused a new split – and then there were four.

Four sparks.

Each similar, each independent, each pair creating love. The new sparks found their own rhythm, separate from the first two. The first two sparks were magnetic – their rhythm kept them close and directly connected. Their vibrations kept them moving around each other in a frenzy.

The new sparks were still generating love, though their rhythm found an ebb and a flow that was repetitive and predictable. These sparks didn’t stay close together. These sparks became visible, one with a hue that was pale and haunting, the other with a hue that was soft and fluid. They drifted apart, each maintaining their connection to the other through their shared rhythm, and created a web of love between them.


*This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons real or imagined is unintentional

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