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LOVE: This Thing, This Sense, This Experience (A first Valentines Day short story attempt)

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“We must give them something to aspire to,” said the oldest.

The first-borns had gathered there amidst the wise cedars known for having been the only living things to have seen the dawn of gods, and then those of men. “Destruction shall hail if we leave the last-borns to continue living without a course to follow. They will find that the meaninglessness of their existence brings forward darkness from the depths of their soul. This will ensure that they will become the cause of their own demise,” said another.
“How shall we determine what the course? What fictional stories should we chart as part of their memories, as part of their history?” said the third.
Then the oldest spoke again, “We must give them something to aspire to. Something that will make them never want to harm each other. Something that will make them want to embrace one another. Something that even when it isnt there, is always ruling over her hearts, their minds, and their souls.”
“Does such a thing even exist? Can such a thing even be created?” asked the skeptic of the lot.
“Thats what we were placed here to do. As the first-borns of this world, it is our duty to ensure that the mechanical dawns and dusks that this land will witness never causes such a languor among the last-borns that they question their own existence. Worst still, that they question the existence of another. It is our responsibility to create such a cycle of life that one born will learn to value the existence of another just as much as their own being.”
So the skeptic spoke again, “And precisely how are we to complete this task of creating such a thing, such an object, which should create such a power, such an inhibition over the last-borns and do it in such a way that its something merely fortuitous?”

Silence………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Then the most quiet one spoke, “It shall not be a thing or an object. It shall not be tangible. It shall not have a physical presence. For if it was, it shall become the object of their constant concern. They will dwell on it, and fixate on it, till it creates the threat of being destroyed, stolen, or even manipulated by those who will continue to question their existence. It has to be a memory, a sensation if you will. Inherent to their being itself.”
“Well said!” said the oldest first-born.
“It shall be a state that they will experience. It shall be inherent, as if it is something they have already experienced and therefore know how important it is that they should be able to experience it again. The last-borns will always assume it shall be a state that they may experience. It shall become something they will aspire to experience.”
“Will each one experience it on their own? And will each experience vary from the next?” asked the skeptical first-born.
“Good….we must examine every littlest hint with suspicion. Once we create this ‘thing’ we cannot reverse it. Its existence shall go out into all lands and linger as an inherent part of every being. We must examine every hint and make sure we have not erred.”
Then the quiet one spoke again, “If we want each last-born to value their being as much as anothers, then it must be something they should need each other to experience. The experience they will share with the other will be so that the two shall experience it exactly the same.”
“Would not the redundancy of it bring forth questioning and then darkness of the soul?” asked the skeptic.
“It shall be so that one last-born may experience it with more than one other. We cannot create a thing that only allows one last-born to value only one another. They must be able to experience it with all others. And no two experience will be the same. Their existence shall be allowed more than just one course. They must feel as if they are the makers of their own experiences. They must be given choices,” said the oldest.
“Then it is decided,” said the skeptic. “The experience shall exist. It shall be such a thing that the last-borns will always hope and aspire to it. It will make the continuum of dawn and dusks bearable. It will make sure the no thoughts of taking away or questioning the existence of another born will be created. It will make one born dependable on another to experience it. It will be valued more than the most precious physical thing, but will only exist as a sense so inherent to their own being they will not be able to remember when was the time first that they experienced it to know its desirable. It will also always be a part of their presentiment. They will continue to aspire to it till their souls have to leave their being.”

Silence…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

The first-borns gather closer to create this ‘thing’, this ‘sense’, this ‘experience’. As they complete their task, and before it is unleashed upon all the lands and all the last-borns that will come to be, the oldest questions, “What shall this thing, this sense, this experience of such importance to all existence from now on be known?”

Silence……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

As it spreads through the skies, waters, and lands, the quiet one replies, “Love!”
“It shall be known from this consequence forward as love. And all shall desire it so much so that one will learn to value another born’s existence just as much as their own.”

~*THE END*~

(Happy Valentines Day everyone!!! Learn to love one another *_^)

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