Essay: Differentiation of the Henin
Fractured Paradise
A Novel In Progress
by Oliver Smith
OliverSmith@CyberPoet.com
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Essay: Differentiation of the Henin
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Differentiation of the Henin
Top of Page Before the Earth had been spun out from the Sun's mass. Before the Sun had been shaken out, like a particle of dust, from depths of the Milky Way. Before the Milky Way had started its long spiral in the Cavnod pool on Inniscren. Before Inniscren had been allowed boil up from the bottom of the Biola Sea. Before the Biola Sea has started to flow upon the Eternal Plane Before the Eternal Plane was laid out by the will of Cren. Before the Henin had differentiated from the Inoleth. Before all of these things, the Inoleth existed alone, complete: all encompassing, without beginning, without end. It would be impossible to know how long the Inoleth existed before the Awakening. How would you measure the time, when there was no time to measure, when there is nothing to indicate a passage of time? However long it was, whether it was a picosecond, or a hundred sextillion Earth years, there is no memory of that time, nor is was there consciousness or language with which to appreciate or express such memories. It was not until the Inoleth was disturbed that there was a change, a mutation, a tiny seed of potential planted deep within the belly of the Inoleth, a change which would result in the explosions and turmoil of the self, and entity that would fester and grow and coalesce and divide as it grappled with an existance that knew now boundaries, experienced no limitations and understood all that could be understood, but without any means for organizing, synthesizing or expressing any feelings for what it understood. Fissures would open up, deeply, within the Inoleth and chaos would exude from deep within. Whirlwinds and sputtering flames, great drops of light and green, and pools of time, thought and desire would accumulate without form and void of all circumspectness. Everything that could be was there, and it all happened simultaneously. The self broke out into a cacophony of voices, all screaming, crying and moaning without end, without beginning, without purpose. There was stilness and conflict, lightness and darkness, aggression and calm. The self within the Inoleth wanted harmony but it swelled up with the arc of conflict. It craved for isolation, but it feared lonliness. Emotion appeared as quickly as it disapeared, fleeting in all its forms, with no order. From the Inoleth they had become twelve: Twelve directions to cross eternity. Twelve voices to tell the story. Twelve paths of consciousness. Twelve seekers for the self. Twelve efforts to claim the truth. Twelve breaths to fill the living. Twelve cycles to end the song. Twelve visions to illuminate the emptiness. Twelve reasons to coexist. Twelve songs to spin the mystery. Twelve patterns to build a universe. Twelve parts of the Inoleth. Suggested essay: Start of Cren's Stories |
