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MY MORAL COLLAPSE AND THE AMAZING RECOVERY OF THE SELF (standard:science fiction, 626 words) | |||
Author: Sjaan Thomas | Added: Aug 11 2005 | Views/Reads: 3224/2 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
HERE'S A BIT MORE OF THE JOURNEY. | |||
I was on a hunt to the north when I first experienced a world far away from my own. Not only my world as a hunter, but my tribal world as well. I had seen the smoke from there fires a long way off, they were not the nomads we had encountered before and they had never lived or hunted this land. If I had only known then I would have personally destroyed every one of them instead of returning to tell my tribe of their presence. Unfortunately my mind did not contain the knowledge that they were not just visiting, and that their intentions for our land and us were of the most spoiled nature. For the first few seasons they kept to themselves and us to ours. They knew we were there but never showed any attempt to acknowledge us. Then when I was on a hunt to the far west, two ambassadors from their tribe had greeted my tribe and offered gifts to our chief, which he customarily received and showed his gratitude by an offering of meat to the strangers. They stayed for a short while then invited the shaman to visit their tribe, he agreed to do so the next day and they returned to their people. All of this I was told upon my return the following day. The shaman and his apprentice, my brother in-law, had both left for the new settlement. In the weeks that followed many tokens and gifts were exchanged between us. It was clear these people lived much differently than us. They rarely if ever hunted and it was not often they were found gathering tubers and other plants. Instead they had a crude form of turning the earth and spreading seed which they would latter reap. It would not always grow and when it did it was never as plentiful as what could be readily be gathered and grew naturally. For this reason the amount of land need by these people was very large and always on the increase. What if I told you the life you know and have lived up to this point right now, was only a breath. Just one simple inhalation of life itself. All that death, just a quick exhale that's over before our next breath begins. What if you didn't have to remain the person you are in this time but could be anyone that happened to live in any time before or after this. Not only that but you're not just human, you could fit the form and live the life of a thousand wildly different and amazing creatures. That your confined awareness was a blink to the self that truly resides within you and all your forms. I know what you would say, the same thing I said “go away.”. The human form always seems to take the longest. Even if it's actual length in time is shorter than other beings. Take for instance the life of a red oak, which has a considerably longer lifetime than the human form, the experience of being for the red oak seems to pass rather quickly in comparison. It all comes down to the specific awareness of any certain form. Humans generally seem to have a very high specific awareness of self, which is counter set by a very low external specific awareness. The red oaks specific awareness for the external on the other hand is extremely high, where as it's awareness of self is primarily on the sub-conscience level. You would more than likely be surprised at the quality of life a red oak can enjoy, it felt nice to stay still for so long. I hope you realize how beautiful it is to be anything at all. Tweet
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