I was there.
You could say I am the spirit of mankind, womankind, you humans who read this.1
I could tell you of alternative life forms, enourmous alien beings that move in slow motion, so large they exist in another layer of time (to you), I could tell you of the creation of man.2
But my story begins with the furnace.3
The furnace is what birthed my existance;
nothing can understand me that I know of, and I do not have much means of communication. But I am the spirit of life- 4
Yes, you have a spirit, and I have observed and moved at will.
I am massive; my essence is spread throughout every molecule on Earth- Just, the peices of me are so small, I am virtually in another dimension. But all the life in the world was created by me- I am the Earth.
But we are getting into matters that I alone can understand. 5
I hardened, after the furnace.6
I grew angry, I grew weary, and eventually, I grew desolate. I had cooled off a bit, finding that I had much water to work with, and I decided to try to make a companion. 7
I channeled the boiling hot energy of the sun to my core, where I extratcted chemicals upon chemicals, derived from meteors and oddities; I used my anger and fury in my center. I boiled combinations of my creations through pores, up to water. The bottom of the ocean. 8
After years, after my passion for an equal had almost extinguished, all of a sudden-
the first cell floated in the ocean.
I cannot explain the process for it involves things that humans have not identified; they are too small. 9
So not only was I there, but I made the tiny speck that was life.10
Immediatley, I knew it was a success. I had created the smallest form of life known to you, the cell. I could feel it, it was a part of me, it was my creation:
It knew me. I controlled it. It was an extension of me.
This was obviously not enough, but I realized the oppurtunity. I boiled huge quantities of the chemicals, and I made thousands of these things. I changed formulas and tested, tested. I toyed with what seemed like my small self-incarnations. Already I was in deeper then I ever thought I could be. I created odd-shaped things, and eventually got advanced enough to delve into the art and style of my creations; I created beautiful creatures, I created elegant, sleek ones, awkward, loose, touching ones...11
I realized I was on a tangent; They were only extensions of myself. More of me. True, each one doubled the size of my actual physical entity, but... 12
It wasn't enough. 13
I needed to make a friend, not more of myself. A companion. I thought I was ugly, covered in yellow sand and blue water- I needed something like myself.14
Seeing myself as blue and yellow, I realized that the water, in a way, was part of me; that this was the problem: that the creatures were in the water that was me, so they must still be a part of me.
I decided the thing to do was to was to put a cell right into the sheer space, right on top of me. Then, once it got big enough, it could grow, into my companion. 15
Early attempts at creating canals to my surface created huge ruptures, known to you as volcanoes. For centuries I raged on the surface, and the water boiled, and my creations got over-heated and died.
Then I came back to myself. I realized I was in no condition to create anything. I was too hot on the surface, too much of my precious chemicals had been washed to the top in waste, I was too disorganized to even continue.16
Shifts in rocks troubled me greatly then, and I knew the recovery process was going to be long, even longer still until I could create what was to be my companion.17
The real recovery started when, from the chemical libraries that had spewn to my surface, there grew a tiny green fungus (that quickly died). It knew me, and it was an extension of me, but I didn't control its inward force. It was a beacon.18
I understood that this time, to make a channel to my surface, it had to move much more slowly. Reassuringly, I had all the time in the world; I was the world.19
The first painstaking mission was aborted when it was created, dying when it touched soft dirt. I assumed it must need a hard shell, like mine, if it were to be like me.
It took me a long time to devise the seed, and I spent much undignified time testing different ideas. But finally, I had a sucess: The first, tiny, bright green blade of grass. 20
It was like the fungus, except elegant.21
Yet, not a success at all: the grass was immobile, stuck to me, even more of a part of me than the water-dwelling cells. The cells had thrived simply on the water; the grass quickly died, because of what I later found out was a loss of a chemical you call carbon di-oxide.22
Dissapointed, I went to work on water beings again, and soon made shapeless blobs that could re-make themselves (amoeba); These would become building blocks.
I also knew I would have to refine my workspace. Two lucky coincidences I found made this simple: First off, carbon di-oxide, which contained the fundamental element for the grass, was easily come by and pumped onto my surface via controlled volcanoes. Second, with great luck on my part, the cells thrived on oxygen; This was what the grass excreted from the ozone.23
Trial and error brought about the ozone, and then it was just a matter of creating self-multiplying grass. I was now a cool mixture of greens, reds, oranges and blues. And the force called Life had already started pulling in its own directions. 24
Soon, the cells themselves had started to form into new things, and inspired me to make even more complex creatures. My first were grosteques, early, blind, deep-sea fish. I found a way to combine the self-sufficient ways of the grass into the fish, and before long their cells had arranged and created things I could never have imagined. Soon, I had only a slight grip on the fish- they multiplied themselves. I did not control them. They knew me, deep down, but little of me. They had their own anti-social lives to live. They ventured to the surface, where, mixing with my earlier creations, from my ugly renderings came lovely glimmering bits of me.25
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I was there when the first fish wriggled out onto land.27
I reveled in the worlds of the fish. There were hunters, prey, of every size. The fun, the power of having created them, overcame me too much, and the same sense of power was imbued into the first salamander, created in the form of the dragon, to crawl onto the (relativley) dry earth.28
The lizards became accustomed to eating the grass, and it worked well; There was always more grass. 29
I created the food chain, which stemmed from a single idea; that I create tiny, expendable creatures that could thrive on everything else's waste.30
Insects were big enough for lizards to thrive on, and numerous enough; there was never enough food for insects so they remained tiny, yet there were enough insects for food, so the lizards thrived. This was my best idea; using life to sustain life. The insects could thrive on the microscopic, and the microscopic ameoba could duplicate themselves endlessly.31
The lizards thrive on the insects, and the insects thrive on the fungus which thrives on whatever waste is around. 32
In this time I was already developing trees, bushes, shrubs. My most beautiful creation, double-seeds with exploding chemicals at the core, ones that burst in brilliant arrays of all colors-
The flower.
Plant life developed and thrived with my nurturing.33
Lizards began to eat grass and other vegetation and become intoxicated by the chemicals they offered;
Their minds grew and changed; Your Darwin refers to this as "evolution."
Later, I was to learn to control it using the chemicals in plants.
I found that what I fed the miniature salamanders, lizards, and frogs could control the chemicals in their body. Because their bodies were made up of cells, if I kept environments stable enough I could, very slowly, change the creatures at my whim.34
The lizards became accustomed to eating the grass, and it worked well; There was always more grass. 35
They ate and ate, and with the power and pride I felt of mothering my own creations with my own creations, of having sealed myself off from the complete rest of space to create a world in myself, on myself. The creatures grew and grew with my pride, and multiplied on their own. Brainless hunks of meat, later to be named Dinosaurs, soon grew out of control.36
I no longer worked in a refined factory. These creatures were novelty, and I was much entertained, but after about a million years, I began to remember my goal I had set out for, like a dim star in a foggy nebula.37
I thought, I raged. The dinosaurs kept multiplying, and evolution had stolen my black driving gloves and cooly slipped them on. Strange beasts I never could have dreamed of began appearing on the surface of the planet I reside in.38
For millions-
MILLIONS, of years,
I endured my self-imposed confinement. The idea to let the ozone go never occurred once to me, so enthralled I was with this world. I had created a life that extended upon my own. My cells, essentially, me- that's what the beasts were made of. But they didn't know me.39
Finally, I decided to put an end to the giant lizards. I simply could not start from scratch; I didn't have the patience and I wanted to keep that as a last resort, a final, furious and terrible wasting of myself and all that I had made. I sought to make life for the dinosaurs very difficult, but any excersise in difficulty often proves to be just so.
Poisoned areas of land only brought disease about; I had dealt with some forms of disease but now it could almost be considered a life form. I quickly saw that any more of this would lead to a much more insidious contamination of my surface, and I stopped. Disease did curb the overflowing population, but I had already begun work on another idea.
Starting with the form of the lizard, on a quiet, isolated island I began work on a counter for the dinosaurs.
My first innovation was key. Instead of skin that hardens and eventually dies completley and falls off, I used dead proteins to create a sort of grass that grew on the bodies of these new animals. The skin remained soft, and the furred lizards were agile and warm.
I created special cells that held knowledge of me and introduced them to the once simple brains. Early observation showed that they knew each other through me, and were all connected, almost like I am connected through all my parts. It was nothing like the branches of me, the plant life, but I needed more than that anyways.
I soon evolved the creatures in my island lab to have long legs, large ears and a keen sense of their surroundings. They could read the emotions and minds of other creatures, and could anticipate events with alarming accuracy. Finally, I gave them sharp claws and perfect balance, so they could reach anywhere. I gave their brains a high sense of order and class, a distinct set of values; I could get through to them, advise them as a sort of a conscience.
Finally, I gave them sharp fangs and quick, group instincts to overcome the hard scales and slow power of the great lizards.40
I made passage for the strange new breed by thinning the ozone; It was a risky endeavor but worked; My oceans froze, the lizards were weakened, and the mammals, with their warm fur and warm blood, had a distinct advantage.41
When the first cats reached the old dinosaurs they were an immediate success. The mammals overcame all odds, and could escape to the trees, unreachable to virtually everything. 42
Then, with time, I discovered there is an unprecedented evolutionary counter to everything that is created. From the model of the cat, on the lone deserted island, there came to be a new mammal. If the cat was the perfect aggressor, the cats left to idle on the island became the perfect escapees. They developed distinct upper hands and lower feet. They spent each day eating whatever they found, sleeping wherever they found fit, and copulating and arguing amongst themselves. Instead of the fighter's senses, they developed that of the socialite's. Their ideas were novel, and I saw that they were in my image, and this was good- truly. They were the only animals quick and agile enough to escape the cats, yet they bonded with each other just as much. They fed on anything, and there became many forms of the monkey, some vicious, even. I still consider them to be the most entertaining creatures, at least, and there is love in my deep center for them. 43
The most interesting of this breed was the great apes.44
I was there when the first great apes
came around, and I was there when the ones that began your race had their idle, inventive, neurotic and defining idea; Being too handy for the cats to hunt, a tribe of the strongest, most secure (and thus the most bored) apes plucked every hair from their bodies.
Another (less eccentric) tribe laughed at the ridiculous appearance of the hairless apes. So the new humans killed their tormentors and wore their skin.
This made them proud; They decided upon very many other changes. They stood on their hind legs, and invented things for themselves. They found fire, a force that I hardly had a handle on myself; They found electricity, something I knew nothing of, and countless other things I have learned from the humans.45
They are strange and complex, yet simple as the insect; they work on the same set of ideas and values as the smallest form of intelligent life. They are only partially aware of me, but so affected by themselves and each other to even notice.46
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Please Note: This is in no way based upon solid fact. I humbly state that this was written based on the deep beliefs and general knowledge of an eighteen year old who has trouble believing any of the religions humanity has thrown at him. Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful life.48
Also, this is in no way done. Will it ever be?49
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