The Creation of the World and its Continuation

In the beginning, was the Spirit, and the Spirit was with God, and the Spirit was God.

And the Spirit was trapped in a ball of fire in the heart of nothingness. There was no way to measure time; no sun that rises nor moon that wanes- only that his unrest grew and that he longed to be free.

When his desires broke the walls of his abode, he saw the nothingness that stretched before him. He walked and explored, he ran and jumped but still, there were only him and the void.

He gathered the remnants of his home, and from it, he molded the universe. There were planets and moon, and asteroids; there were mountains, and hills, and seas, on the Earth. But there was no life.

For life comes from life, and the Spirit was the only living thing in the beginning. So he said, “Let there be life,” as he laid his essence down in the crevices of the world.

And there was life: trees sprang from his arms, beasts roamed his chest; the birds flew over his head, and fishes dived at his feet; men and women swam out his veins. All of them life from his Spirit.

The first creatures celebrated his life and thanked his sacrifice. They sang and danced to his honor, the birds and the crops offered their tithes.

The Spirit resided in them, one great Spirit that connects all life, from the fishes to the roses to men. The great forefathers never forgot to tell the tale to their children.

But as the sun made its cyclic rising and setting, the tongue slowly blurred the stories and the children played and forgot how one string binds all creatures on Earth. They grew up to hunt for more, fish for more, and harvest for more.

Later they would hear a prophecy from the hills when they hunt and from the seas when they cast their nets:

When one life threatens another, all life is doomed to become one Spirit again, trapped in a ball of fire.