Before anything, before darkness, before light, there existed consciousness, separate yet cognizant. These we call gods, but their power as such was as of yet unknown even unto them. They gathered together in the ethereal void, which was without form, without even a thought of form. It was as if they existed everywhere, yet nowhere, because a place implies a structure and there was not. They gathered in this place that was nothing yet everything and they sang together.
The songs they sang first gave birth to light, and this was a surprise to those who had done such a thing. At first they believed this was a completion of their purpose, but slowly they realized that light needed a companion, a balance. Soon enough, though soon is not what it means to you and me, they brought forth darkness, and the universe was divided into the two equal but opposing forces. At this moment, they realized their power, their ability to create. However, they had as of yet conceived of time as we know it. All was at once being, yet finished, and just born. Thus, they sang again, together in voices never before unified, berating the heavens for form, for measure. And at one resounding crescendo, they brought forth time, the movement from one end to another, the defining piece, that which binds.
It was then that many millennia passed, and they grew bolder, creating vast wonders of the heavens. They created stars, galaxies, and it was these things that brought definition to their purpose. They basked in their ability, their virility, and the songs became ever more complex and bold. They truly became known unto themselves as gods, and they became arrogant and bloated in their purpose.
During these ages, one particular song of unsurpassed beauty was sung. The notes gave rise to the sun and the moon, much like they did the darkness and the light in the beginning before time. It was for them a re-creation, a remembrance of those first moments. As such, they expected the same, that they would forever be parted, a balance unto each other, content in that role. Little did the gods know that their song was so great that they had imbued these beings with thought, but greater still, with love. It was this which would bring forth a song that lasted but a second, yet shook the very heavens to their core, unexpected, and not born of the gods.
As it were, once the song was sung, the act of creation complete, the moon danced around the sun slyly beckoning to come ever closer. In this time there came a moment, one of pure unadulterated chance, when they were close enough to share a forbidden kiss, shyly, as is the moon, yet boldly, as is the sun, embracing for but a blink in the sands of time. When these two combined the very heavens shook at their passion, stars wept, whole galaxies trembled for there had never been a kiss such as this, and much more it was not to be even believed possible.
The gods stared in disbelief, angered by the presumption inherent in the action. The gods were horrified and filled with two new emotions, fear and wrath. Fear, because this was beyond their knowledge, beyond their planning, beyond their vision. Wrath soon followed, and the gods, in their haste, acted to silence such a thing. With a fury born in the shadow of such passion they banished the moon to dance with a silly little rock far enough away so that such an embrace may never happen again, yet close enough so that they eternally may pass each other, forced to bask in each other for but mere moments before the darkness intrudes once again.
For millennia the moon wept, and her tears filled the little rock and became known as the sea, her wails became the wind, and the sun, troubled at such sadness, promised to warm the little rock. His caress combined with her tears and life, never before so envisioned, burst forth. Such was the outcome of their briefest of moments, when their passion warmed the very essence of being. We can see the happiness that was at times, when the moon reveals her smile. On even rarer occasions, they find a way to cross their paths and our world is shroud in darkness as she drinks up the sun and he her. It is through their sacrifice, their singular moment, that we may experience a taste of their passion.
Through this all, the gods learned that immutable law of unintended consequences and that, once set in motion, a path may take many forks. Forks that may lead to good or ill, and that not even they have the power to control free will once granted. Hence our world was born, a world of passion, of hatred, and, ultimately, one of choice. It is only through choice, the choice of love, inalienably born to every being, that we approach the freedom that is our birthright, that we may move beyond the trappings of fate, of time, and truly become one unto another, a beacon, and finally to break free of that which binds.
