Cosmic Creation

We came across it by sheer accident, and it has haunted us since, an entire planet filled with the most powerful energy in the universe, magic, and the natives could wield it! Mankind, one of the most unintelligent, uninteresting spiece in the known universe and they could wield magic.

We waited.

We watch.

Hoping that the very energy they used would destroy them, instead they grew, even with the fighting amongst themselves, they grew in power. We had to do something, anything to stop them, or at least slow them. But what could we do?

That is when it was decided to destroy them entirely, we tried, it failed, no matter our interference they survived, becoming stronger. Till finally a brave soul went down, infiltrating their kind and began tearing down their collection of knowledge, it was working, but we knew that if given the chance they would return to their state of power.

We gave them technology, ameer toy, as a hope to distract them from the power they held. Finally, the threat of mankind was dissipating. Still we watch, in case they ever lost interest in our gift.

It was amusing to watch what they created, a light bulb, a music player, TV, all things to entertainment themselves. Finally we were safe.

We were just about to end the watch when it happened, they launched themselves to the moon! How? They had not the knowledge and their inventions were laughable at best. And yet here they are, traveling into space, in our efforts to stop them, we hastened their progress.

How long, I wonder.

How long till they find us?

How long do we have?

The truth is that those who are peaceful choose to be, because they know of the destruction they can bring and the pain that soon follows.

Peace is something that is achieved through great struggle.

I love chores, they give my mind time to wonder, as my body goes on auto drive my mind leaves to explore vast worlds. While my body does the dishes I am sitting on a beach watching as whales and mermaids saor thought the clouds.

While my body does mean less work, I go off to race the winds around the rings of satern, explore the oceans of worlds beyond imaging. Chorse are tasks given to my body to free my mind.

"I color out of it"

When gathered and collected, it is just stored potential. Like a ball on a shell, sure it is pretty to look at and has a lot of potential to bounce greatly, but sitting on the shelf it accomplishes nothing. It sits there gathering dust.