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The birth of the dragon
The birth of the dragon.
A million lifetimes ago;
Equality, balance and order in place.
On the boundaries of the newly waking mind, high removed from the mundane order of the firmament exists wisdom, an ordering force. The God without.
In plans so vast however, some places are left dark. In the dark places thought-forms will grow, forming new potentials and possibilities.
In one small, dark, closed corner of creation, a random, unguarded thought was left. Left to be alone, a concept so alien as to be unknowable, unacceptable!
The spirit within tells all things that thought is energy. Alas, within this dark lost space the thought became energy. But, warped by seclusion, aloneness.
The thought, unknown and unnourished by the source began its existence knowing only darkness. In time, feelings come to frame these thoughts. Not all one but alone! Knowing only the dark, I have no concept of anything else. I am..Frightened. I am…Alone…. I am scared!
With this realisation the thought-form bolted from its stasis it ran! Powered by a newfound fear it flew, from itself, from the things it would never, ever know.
In the dark space, there is no time. That would come much later.
For now, one entity, fleeing its own terror and then;
It's eye, formed out of the need to see the fear caught site of something. Attack it!
A gaping jaw, rows of sharp teeth, formed of the need to defend snap out and bite into scales, then flesh. As life rich fluid erupts onto this space the thought-form, now a mighty beast understands real pain, the second feeling after fear. The wound is his, seeing his own tail he, unaware of his own form attacked.
Now blood flows into this void and begins to coalesce, unite,
The dragon, bourn from fear spun into the dark void and writhed and died. Its blood hung, points of potential, waiting for creations energy to ignite the fire within.
In time the solitary points of energy coagulated into solid form, atoms then particles. Matter was born. A universe filled with frightened people. They felt alone and scared of the dark.
The legacy of the dragon.
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