A musing

One of the things I have noticed is that if I neglect my writing then my brain stutters over the words it has to use. They do not flow and I seem to have to re-start my brain and re-work it into a writing mode.

It just goes to show you - do not stop.
Keep writing everyday.
Write anything you can: short stories, long novels, characters, lists, ideas, grammar notes, words of the day. Just keep writing.

I know that there are days your mind feels scraped clean and empty, but if you keep at it you will find the words are there. We just have to put them in the right order.

So I leave that little idea out there in the ether of the World Wide Web - Just keep writing.

And with that I also give you one of the songs from Metal Gear Solid 4 - Old Snake as inspiration:

This one from Super Idiot on Deviant Art
http://supridiot.deviantart.com/

Melodies and tunes and bass; oh my

Melodies and beats, harmonies and rhythms - music is one of the biggest creative forces and one of the biggest created items around. It moves people, gets them moving and filters into their minds to sit there so that two days later they are still humming the tune behind their office computer. So it is not really difficult to think that the universe could have been created from some grand harmony out in the depths of space somewhere.

Music is both complex and simple, just like the universe - great burning stars that spew forth vast fires down to simple single-celled organisms. A child's melody through to an entire orchestral movement. All of it intertwined.

Here is the simplicity of drum beats turned into something much bigger.

And Queen - 'nuff said

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Once darkness lay stretched out.

There was a hush of expectancy within that darkness as if the darkness was alive and waiting for someone or something. After an Age a low hum filled a space in the dark; the low sound of many voices that rose and fell in complete harmony. A singular voice called softly over the hum and called for light. Three perfect spheres formed from that request giving forth pure light unfiltered and unfettered.

A figure appeared out of the vastness of the dark and lifted its arms to the cessation of the humming but in its place a simple melody sprang up. The figure, male in appearance, disappeared back into the dark. The melody he had started still carried on, simple and beautiful, now light then low. The three spheres still spun.

Another figure appeared but she was made of stone. She danced to the simple melody adding her own song to it, making it more complex. The stone figure’s dance was slow and graceful; a waltz made for rock, her voice deep and husky with a solemn tone to it.

She left the lit space, dust spread out where she had danced; with small bits of rock spinning in the dark. 

Another female figure suddenly landed in the light. She was made from dancing, living fire. Unlike her companion her dance was light and fast and fierce, each movement highlighted and enhanced by the three spheres. She danced with vigour and speed; up and down, her own voice high and mighty and filled with laughter.

She walked off triumphant and breathless, small flames dancing in the night void behind her. Some of the small flames twirled and flew to the spheres rotating above the dance, adding red glints to their pure light.

A third figure walked onto the sheet of dust and spinning rock that glimmered where the fire had fused some of the dust to thin sheets of glass. Water streamed off her body into the dark, and she listened to the song made from fire and rock and twirled and spun and leapt, water behind her like streamers. Where her water encountered the left over fire it burst into steam and floated in a thin mist; still more water spun into the void freezing into flowers of ice. She added her own voice, clear and bright, to the melody, which had grown with the addition of the two and flowed out of the light.

A fourth dancer slowly floated down onto the dust cloud that now gleamed with added ice, like small diamonds in the dark. Her dance was long and elegant; slow then fast then slow. Her voice was low and strong, and also mournful.

Her body was made from cosmic wind that fluttered and flew about. The fires that still burned, fanned and grew brighter; the water not yet frozen whirled about; and the dust rose up to join her dance. She ended her dance arms held up above her head, her voice echoing with the others.

The music swelled in the dark and finally exploded in a crescendo of sound and light and fragments that flew out into the darkness. The five figures, the four elements and the first man, looked at the glorious mess around them and laughed in joy.

The music and dance had infused the darkness with life. The fire and rock; water and wind that had been left over spinning and dancing its own dance in the void formed into stars and planets and comets and dust clouds. And in these elements life formed, life that still remembered the music and dance like a fragment of a dream. And often that life would try to recreate the music and dance the five had created.

That music still echoes in life trying to find its way out. 

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Planetoids and stars and meteors; oh my

So again we talk about the idea of the creation of the universe. This is the second part with one more after this one. 

The universe is a big place so the idea of us being the only planet with life on it would make it a very lonely place. So somewhere maybe there is something out there just like us, except with an extra finger, four eyes and scales with fiery manes... So not like as in the end.  


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Once the deepness of space hung like a dark garment.

In that darkness a Being swam though the night comforted by the lack of light. This Being had neither name nor origin, it just was, though it had been in the night for an Age. In that lost age the Being meditated on the night, slowly spinning and turning.

And as the one Age ended the Being divined a name, a sudden flash of creativity in its vast mind. It opened its ethereal lips and slowly whispered the name out into the night.

And the universe awakened at its true name, spoken only that one time and never again. A light appeared in the garment of night, only one, then slowly another, like scared animals facing the sun for the first time. Then more appeared and more. Soon the night was filled with blinking lights. The stars had awakened to the call of the universe. These fledgling stars gave off weak yet warm night and the hidden planets were drawn to that warmth.

But some planets got lost on their journey towards the stars. Some crashed into other planets, their giant forms destroyed in their collisions, with only dust remaining behind. Others died out in the coldness of the night, their husks drifting slowly through the ebon deep.

Even with their great fires some stars could not keep those fires lit and died out, guttering and failing, the planets around them dying in the cold. Others burned and consumed their planets becoming bloated on the sustenance. And they shone even bigger and brighter. But often their yellow warmth changed; some now glared angrily at the universe with red baleful eyes; while others glowed in irradiated blue glory, bringing death to the planets that had survived the feast. Others failed, unable to bank their flames and keep them burning brightly but steadily. These collapsed in on themselves and shrank to blind, dead orbs.

A scant few consumed their planets and burned even brighter with glorious light, giving off reds and blues and purples into the night, burning the void with their fanfare. Such light would never be seen again until the universe ended. But they consumed their own lives to burn brighter and brighter. And so they died burning their own husks in the end to fuel the colours they had been so proud of. These few collapsed like the others and broke down, their cores imploding deep in their giant bodies.

But the hunger remained.

Even though the stars were consumed the terrible hunger they had known survived and great swirling vortices slowly formed. Great black holes in the garment of the void, ever hungry yet unable to move due to their great appetite and the weight of their endless feast.

The universe wept at the life and death, at the glory of turning planets and bright stars and at the death of the titans and the gluttony of the suns. And the Being that had first whispered the universe’s name gloried and wept with it, sometimes holding its hand in grief and other times dancing with the universe at the hope of life.

One of the last stars to awaken was a bright, yellow thing, small compared to many of its older brethren. But it was warm and its light was good. It called out to some of the lost planets; some of the last still wandering, clinging to hope. Nine wandered and limped out of the void to stay near the star’s warmth, slowly revolving around it.

One of the smaller planets remembered a fragment of the word, of the name that had started it all. It kept the name secret, hidden deep within its own body, it knew that the fragment was sacred and not yet ready to be shared with others. But that fragment, that echo had its own power.

And slowly life grew on the small blue and green planet. Simple at first but it grew more complex with each passing age. This life also knew the fragment of the name but it knew it as a distant echo, some half heard word deep in its mind.

The planet knew that the life would forever look for that word and its meaning even if it did not know it yet. Maybe it would find the true name like the Being who had divined it aeons before, or it would spend forever searching until the Being uttered the name that was the universe’s opposite.

Until that time the life that had grown on the small planet, and on other planets that remembered other fragments of the name, would continue to grow and search.

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And added is a small quote from Neil Gaiman:

"will eventually grow up and get a real job. Until then, will keep making things up and writing them down."

Keep writing out there.

 

Planets and suns and comets; oh my.

No one really knows how life started.

Oh there are theories and stories and myths, like the Greek myth of Erebus appearing out of the void and Night. After them came Love and Light and Day. And Gaea appeared after Light and Day. Then Erebus slept with Night, who gave birth to Ether, the heavenly light, and to Day the earthly light. Then Night alone produced Doom, Fate, Death, Sleep, Dreams, Nemesis and others that come to man out of darkness.

Zeus by the seriously too talented Genzoman on Deviant Art :-)
http://genzoman.deviantart.com/


The Norse tales tell of a giant chasm, Ginnungap, that was bound on either side by fire and ice. Where the fire and ice eventually met Ymir, a giant, and Audhumbla, a cow, appeared. Audhumbla nourished Ymir while she licked salt blocks for sustenance. From one of these blocks Bur/Buri (grandfather of the gods) emerged. Much later Odin killed Ymir and fashioned the world from his body.

Odin by the incredible Ida Mary Walker also on Deviant Art
http://idalarsenart.deviantart.com/

There are also your usual creation stories like Christianity's creation of the world in seven days with Adam and Eve and the Serpent and the Garden being sealed away from Humanity. With Islam and Judaism following a similar story.

 

Eve by Genzoman

So I had the idea in my mind of creation which I got from a website that asked "How would you explain how the universe was created to someone who has no concept on creation or mythological beings?"

I know my stories do not exactly answer that but I wanted the stories out there as they appeared in my mind. :-)
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Some say it started with a bang; a massive explosion from the centre of the universe out into the then sterile void. Planets and stars, dust and rocks strewn all out across the vastness of space. Others say that that is started with a whisper, the true name of the universe. When that name was spoken the universe came into being, not yet ordered but alive with possibility. Still more say that it was sung and danced into existence, beautiful melodies and sublime currents of song woven together to form the complexities inside of stars, the beauty of revolving planets and the icy crystalline of comets. These were the beginnings and endings of so many things.

Once there was a void of pure darkness.

Not just an absence of light but darkness that was alive. This was not darkness made from the stuff of nightmares but Darkness that was the opposite of Light, natural and free. This Darkness was sterile though, free of any form of life except its own shadowy existence.

There was one exception.

The centre of the Darkness held life, of a sort. This was all the matter of the universe, all the matter that may have been and may well be. All of it bunched up together. And with each passing aeon this matter collapsed more under its own intense weight, tighter and tighter. All the blind cores that would become suns, all the icy tears that would form comets, and all the dense planet centres; all of it falling inwards into the universe’s meditation of the void.

After an age the universe blinked once. And in that blink all the pressure of its meditations exploded outwards. Rocks went spinning and colliding out into the Darkness, star hearts rotated at impossible speeds igniting in their passage. And planets spun out dancing amongst themselves finding the right steps. The Darkness was no longer sterile, it had life in all its glorious mess.

Ages passed as the frenetic dance slowed down. Planets found their positions in the dance; stars grew and shrank, their fiery hearts beat slowly with the meditative cadence of the universe; comets left their tears strewn across the Darkness, frozen at their out-flung journey to find the way home.

The stars gazed out at the void with their blind eyes listening to the now slowly revolving planets around them as they meditated on the Darkness and what they heard therein.

In all of this, one small blue and green planet slowly formed from the dance around a young star, whose heart beat with a bright yellow strength. And on that planet new life found a way to start and to flourish. It grew from the deep oceans, salty with the frozen tears of journeying comets. This life grew and grew, not really sure why it was filled with a melancholy and wanderlust to explore.

The life was warmed by the star’s heartbeat, succoured on the small blue and green planet; it wanted to dance like its parent planet spinning and turning; and its own tears salty like the wandering comets. The life truly was a child of the universe and one day it would set out to explore that universe. Some would even find the centre of the explosion where the universe blinked and marvel at what would be found there. But that time was not yet. So they danced and searched and meditated on the universe’s faint heartbeat.

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Stay hale and hearty out there