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Alien, that means foreign. I always find it funny when people say Foreign Alien…
Onto my ‘zzle:
Oh me, oh my… It’s been said before
Oh me, oh my… It’s been done before
Well, what happened last time the World met it’s inhabitants?
Last time, I don’t think it liekd who it met. “A Cancer!”, it exclaimed, “cut it from me!?”, came the urgent request… It saw such pain, felt such loss.
“Who!? Who is left!?”, the world asked. On it’s introspection it found nothing left. Save itself, a burnt, red rock, with an inverted atmosphere. All life destroyed. The World’s neighbor peered on concertedly as he approached.
“What happened to you, my dear, Gaea?”, asked Minos
“Honestly, I do not know. I had a wonderful, vibrant, varied system in place. I would have to re-balance from time-to-time, but it was good. Everything was good. Then this species came along and ruined everything. I tried to control them, to help them. i even tried to eliminate them a time or two. They always came back. I tried to make space for them and balance their incessant need to destroy. I truly did!”, Gaea cried.
“Well, what happened? how did you end up like this?”, Minos inquired apologetically, curiously, comfortingly.
“They destroyed everything. A few of them became greedy, envious, even bitter at the loss of their former ‘glory’. So, in a jealous rage, as a wanting child, because they could not have their way: They destroyed me. In so doing, they destroyed themselves. I am nothing but poison now. I am sick.”, replied Gaea grievously.
Gaea and Minos approached each other. She found comfort in his familiar approach. How similar they now were. It was once before. Then though, they were Green, plush, full of life. It was a time of great happiness in their system. Everything served it’s purpose, and worked harmoniously, balanced with all else. Then am Alien found it’s way into Minos. At first Minos accepted them and made space and balance for them. However, they wanted more. Nothing could appease their insatiable hunger to destroy and waste. Gluttony, Pride, Envy, Greed, Lust, Anger, Sloth. These were their monikers. This is how they were known.
Some among them saw this and demanded the damage be managed, reversed where possible. Though, they were such a minority and the damage to severe to replenish and rebuild. However, just as the majority of the species bent itself on destroying one another, the minority made themselves a ship. It was for a one way trip. The next hop over was a plush whole World where plenty could be had and the population taught to conserve and replenish to live in balance. It always started that way with this species. They had a knack though: they could name and label everything; there was nothing they could not define, save themselves.
Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why they always destroyed themselves and their habitat. Maybe, just maybe, they failed to look in. Heck even when they did look inside themselves, they were looking out. Naming, categorizing, defining… Ever trying to understand what made them tick; what made them work and how. Never asking the question that really mattered, without label, without libel, without, category, or definition: Simply, understanding that “WE ARE”. Individually, that: “I AM”. Imagine if they figured out that the real power, true omniscient understanding is simply a thought, a wish, a request away.
In order to accept that simple truth though, one must fully reject the other truth of us.
“Dance with me?” asked Minos.
Before Gaea could respond, her moon spun around, and Minos locked into Gaea and Gaea locked into Minos. They spun they twirled. They even furled (whatever that is.) in every direction; in every way they danced. As they danced flashes of Red and Hues of Purple, Green and Blue formed across their bodies. The scabs were pulled and the wounds bled. Bones cracked and plasma flowed from the depths. With every move a new color shewn. With every twist and turn the old was ripped away, until a blank canvas was laid bare, ripe for renewal.
After the dance; when the system saw peace and time began again. All was restored. All save the cancer, the virus that destroyed it; not once, but twice.
-skr0gg