A Creation Myth

July 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

There was nothing before.

There was nothing, and nothing is all that there was. There could not be anything, for there was no place for anything to be, and no time for anything to unfold in. There was nothing, and it was neither dark nor light, good nor evil, there were no qualities to it at all. It was the void, imperishable, equally present and absent.

There is no meaning to words that attempt to say how long this state of affairs existed. It could be said to have lasted an eternity or to have only been a flickering eyelid opening and closing, it does not matter. There was only nothing. Nothing that drowned infinity, that was not and did not. Perfection in its absolute and unvarying emptiness, an emptiness made more profound by its utter lack of any contrast.

However, when all was nothing, the nothing could not be said to truly exist, either. For what is nothing when there is nothing alone, no contrasting state? And in order for nothing to not exist, there must by necessity be something where the nothing is not. And so the nothing tore asunder, after a fashion, and a great hole filled the nothingness…and a hole in eternal nothing is in fact the presence of something coming into existence, anti-void, potential become actual. The process of being so divided created a great desire to swallow up the something, to rend it down into nothing and heal the divide. So was born the dragon, Verth, the devourer, who assailed the newborn creation in its terrible coils.

Verth did indeed destroy. It rent, it tore, it crushed. But all it accomplished was to sculpt the something. By paring away potentials, it created more…all things that exist do so in the context that Verth provided. Unable to stop, unable to even understand creation at all as so antithetical to itself, Verth continued to rage against this knot that blighted the perfection, this scar on the face of nothing. In his rage, rage born of a desire for endless quiet and spaceless timelessness, Verth could only continue to destroy.

Out of the destruction rose the principle of organization, created by the endless cycle of Verth’s thrashing tail. Dytrex rose from the combat and saw the disorganized, frenetic creations of Verth’s war and sought to address the chaos. She turned the ash and dust of the ruined potentials into stars and worlds, and hung them in elaborate dance, selecting paths for them to chart across the sky. She soothed the seething surfaces of the worlds, choosing for each the best face to present to the cosmos. While unable to undo Verth’s mad dance of destruction, she managed to salvage creation out of it, bringing it to being. In time, she felt the lonliness of being the only mind in creation, the only will directing its growth, and so she began the slow process of connecting and organizing that led, step by step, to the creation of beings that could think and feel. At first but a few came into being, but now that time had begun to flow, more came to be, and they came to be more and more like their creator, capable of taking the raw material of creation and altering it, changing it into new forms, new variations.

Enraged beyond reason, Verth came to realize, as much as any being as he could realize anything, that merely smashing away at the blight caused the blight to spread out, to become distinct from itself, to select variations, themes, and in so doing become even more of a blight on the formerly perfect nothing that Verth still longed to return to. Out of desperation, unable to enter into the creation in order to destroy it, Verth considered a new tack. Dytrex had perverted his acts of destruction into more and more elaborate creations…could Verth do likewise? Straining, the Devourer shed scales, and these scales each embedded themselves into the fabric of the endless tapestry/mosaic/sculpture of existence…so were born the Kraa, they who deform, each a nightmare given substance. Loi, she who perverts, who would turn the desire to create into the desire to control, to rule over creation. Runc, he who demands, who would seek to acquire endlessly, creating the urge to glut oneself. Marl, he who slays, who would perfect deadly creations that would be turned against creation itself, unmaking that which has been made. This trinity did their father’s work in creation. They seduced many to their ways, and waged terrible war on existence. Worlds died screaming, dragged down into nothing by the works of their inhabitants. And Dytrex grieved.

Being Dytrex, she did as she always did and sought to make the best possible use of Verth’s ways. So out of the perversion of Loi she wrought Tion, who made of her controlling, confining ways the path of a shepherd who seeks to safeguard and protect. From the covetous grasping hand of Runc she brought forth Pira, who balances mad acquisition with the hand of giving, of sharing all with others. And to combat Marl she herself stole a touch of the rage of Verth himself, daring the edges of the true void and plucking a scale from his very back that she might shape Kaarsh, who can match him both in creation and in combat, seeking always to prevent destruction by being prepared to wage it in turn, understanding the lesson of Verth that sometimes a garden requires pruning, that a work of art requires selection, and that fire can be used to prevent itself.

So came things to pass. Verth still rages and schemes, wrapping his coils around creation, wanting to render it into nothing again and yet in so doing only providing Dytrex with more room to create. The Kraa do battle with Dytrex’s brood in great and small ways, seeking both the grand victory and to win the souls of each individual in creation. And so it is now, and so it will be until Verth swallows all things or Dytrex spreads existence to fill in all of nothing.


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