#313 - Resuscitate
Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed. (Set late December 2009)
Before the world, there was fire. It existed in that eternity that is both before and after Time, inside and outside Space. It neither created nor destroyed. It did not flux, or wither, or change its state in any way. It simply was, as all things were, there in the AllNow, in the AllHere.
"No, no, close your eyes."
"Mike."
"Just for a second, Draco. Please?"
Amused sigh. "Just for a second. ...well?"
"Hang on, this clasp is fiddlier than I thought."
"If only you had some kind of power to move things with your mind."
"It's not the same if I don't do it by hand, Mister Sarcastic. There! Now you can look."
"...oh."
"See, look, this represents you, and this is me, obviously, and this knotwork is the past, and then - turn your wrist around - this is the future, see, and look, that's the fortune line, and here's life, and lots of love, because that's important and--"
"Mike."
"--if you, um. Yes?"
"It's beautiful. I love it. And I love you."
"I love you too." Kissing.
"Did you make this yourself?" A nod. "That's what you've been doing for the last month."
"You really don't want to see the first few dozen attempts, let me tell you. But I rescued the stones! I really thought you'd work it out, what with how I kept forgetting to put all the tools away, although, in my defence, Fred kept moving the workroom while I wasn't looking so--"
"To be honest, I thought you were plotting ways to take back Genosha."
"I told you, I'm not going back. Now, come on. It's Christmas! I made food! But it's okay, because we got sent some hampers as well."
Thus it was that in that first cataclysmic moment, when Time was created, and with it Space, the first thing to flood through them was fire; thus fire became Destruction; still, also, it became Creation; in that first primal heart-beat it formed Life; it cursed it with Death; and it blessed it with Resurrection.
Snow fell softly across the rooftops and across the gathered, shivering, sunny-smiling crowd. Somewhere, a first clock chimed, and then others, until the whole city was ringing with the bells, with the heavy tolls, with the cheers and delighted screams, with the bangs of the pyrotechnics, filling the air with force and force, with smoke and light and all the colours of the world.
"Happy New Year," Magneto said.
"Not quite yet," the Red King replied. "But soon."
For we are all of fire born, and to fire we will go; from out of nothing and into everything; and all that is born is born in us; all that dies, dies with us; but as the fire is eternal, inside and out, so are we eternal, outside and in.
Before the world, there was fire. It existed in that eternity that is both before and after Time, inside and outside Space. It neither created nor destroyed. It did not flux, or wither, or change its state in any way. It simply was, as all things were, there in the AllNow, in the AllHere.
"No, no, close your eyes."
"Mike."
"Just for a second, Draco. Please?"
Amused sigh. "Just for a second. ...well?"
"Hang on, this clasp is fiddlier than I thought."
"If only you had some kind of power to move things with your mind."
"It's not the same if I don't do it by hand, Mister Sarcastic. There! Now you can look."
"...oh."
"See, look, this represents you, and this is me, obviously, and this knotwork is the past, and then - turn your wrist around - this is the future, see, and look, that's the fortune line, and here's life, and lots of love, because that's important and--"
"Mike."
"--if you, um. Yes?"
"It's beautiful. I love it. And I love you."
"I love you too." Kissing.
"Did you make this yourself?" A nod. "That's what you've been doing for the last month."
"You really don't want to see the first few dozen attempts, let me tell you. But I rescued the stones! I really thought you'd work it out, what with how I kept forgetting to put all the tools away, although, in my defence, Fred kept moving the workroom while I wasn't looking so--"
"To be honest, I thought you were plotting ways to take back Genosha."
"I told you, I'm not going back. Now, come on. It's Christmas! I made food! But it's okay, because we got sent some hampers as well."
Thus it was that in that first cataclysmic moment, when Time was created, and with it Space, the first thing to flood through them was fire; thus fire became Destruction; still, also, it became Creation; in that first primal heart-beat it formed Life; it cursed it with Death; and it blessed it with Resurrection.
Snow fell softly across the rooftops and across the gathered, shivering, sunny-smiling crowd. Somewhere, a first clock chimed, and then others, until the whole city was ringing with the bells, with the heavy tolls, with the cheers and delighted screams, with the bangs of the pyrotechnics, filling the air with force and force, with smoke and light and all the colours of the world.
"Happy New Year," Magneto said.
"Not quite yet," the Red King replied. "But soon."
For we are all of fire born, and to fire we will go; from out of nothing and into everything; and all that is born is born in us; all that dies, dies with us; but as the fire is eternal, inside and out, so are we eternal, outside and in.