The Great Tug o’ War

Through the years, upon years, upon decades, upon centuries—centuries stacked higher than Man. Higher than He May see or believe have passed- a great battle has ensued, claiming the sky as a battleground; the rule of it, the trophy. Actually, the “Great Battle” is more of a “Great Tug-o’-War”, an attempt at appeasing a sibling rivalry.

Well, let me begin with a little family history......

Many ages ago, before Eternity sired Creation, and Creation, Existence; twin seeds were planted among the folds of darkness. The seedlings grew, and grew, tended by Nobody, each protecting and nurturing the other. Alone they lay; Alone together. Until, that is, Eternity awoke from Her Slumber.

As She stretched Her ageless limbs and blinked Her timeless eyes, She heard an enchantingly unfamiliar harmony. She peered about Nothingness, and saw...Nothing. Nothing except a light rustling of Darkness. Under that small patch of Darkness hid a little boy and an equally small girl, each donning an amulet. One pendant cast in silver, LUNE pressed upon the smoothness of its surface; the latter set in gold bearing the insignia: SOLARUS.

Eternity hastily gathered the orphans into Her vast embrace; adopting them as Her own. But Time had barely come, let alone stayed nor passed, before Creation’s birth. As Eternity’s first born daughter, Eternity entrusted the wayward twins to Creation. Eternity instructed Her to teach the two about Everything and Nothing, from Beginning to End.(and what exactly is a “Beginning” and what is an “End”; how they’re really the same;how without one you can’t have the other; and how going in circles does more than get you dizzy and nowhere. Rather, circles are the only way to get anywhere.) Creation set to her worldly task at once. Line and Solarus followed her through the Veils of Darkness, into Nothingness; filling Voids, digging Black Holes; frolicking on the Sands of Time and riding upon Wing-backed Dreams. Through the Rivers of Tears and over the Fields of Laughter they wandered until Creation led them to their final destination.

There, in the midst of Darkness, Creation molded a sphere, and cast beings upon the Greens and below the Blues. She then instructed the Twins, as a test of their newfound Knowledge, to use Their own unique powers to enable the tiny orb to prosper. With the fading of Her Words, She, too, vanished,

Alone again, as before, they sat in the folds of Darkness. But unlike before, they sat staring down at Creation’s ceramic ball. Each feeling their special gift grander than the Other’s. Each wanting the sole recognition for the projects prosperity. But neither one brave enough to open the Silence that stood between them and the orb.

When suddenly, Solarus stretched out her fiery tendrils, shoved open the Darkness and swaggered in through the gaping portal; drenching the globe in warth and brilliance. Her own Reflection off of the Blues nearly blinded Her; the bustle and clamor of the Greens fed Her Blaze. So, Solarus oversaw Creation’s mysterious package: thinking the Surface’s thirst for Her heat, SUCCESS; the activity in Her Light, PROSPERITY, and Her Brother’s “gift” useless to Her endeavor.

Solarus’ game had barely begun(in Her eyes anyway!) when Lune commenced in pleading for His turn!

“NO!! You are not needed, Creation have this to ME. Learn your lesson by watching ME, I’LL SHOW YOU! You have a lot to Learn, Brother Dear.”

“AH, yes, as do You,” replied Lune. He then made an attempt at “taking” his turn, only to have one of Solarus’ molten arms fling Him back.

“This is MY project,” came Solarus’ equally searing rebuff, “You may observe My Brilliance and MY Success. You are Blessed to even Witness such a spectacular occurrence.”

“My Darling Sister, can you not hear the parched pleas of the Greens? Can you not hear that very orb moan under the weighted heat of Your Embrace?”

“They curse ME NOT! They PRAISE My Power, and show irreverent gratitude for all I have given Them.”

Now, Lune’s moment had come, as Solarus basked in Her Own Light, Lune (less flamboyant than His Sister) cautiously seeped in-between Her tendrils. He blended with Her Rays, softened Her now harsh Beams into a muted decollage; then stood in Her Wake, parasolling the tiny marble. Lune silently unfolded His arms to gather His precious gift under His Wish-Studded Canopy.

Beneath His shaded Embrace, the Greens sighed in relief, the Blues whispered in appreciation, and the entire globe tiptoed into Dreamland. Lune rocked the Peaceful Infant, cuddling it in delighted Silence.

“This lovely hum of Contentedness MUST be the “Special Gift” Creation spoke of,” Lune silently mused. But not silently enough...

“Oh No, You are mistaken, Dearest Brother! Look at how tired the Greens have become of Your Darkness. Why, They are all sound Asleep! And the Blues, how cold They’ve become, can’t You see how they’ve turned to Ice? Let ME show YOU, once again, the Excitement and Beauty of MY Gift.”

With these fiery words, Solarus lept in front of Lune, stealing center stage once again.

And so, the “Great Tug-o’-War” began, and through the Ages, to this very Day (or Night, depending on whose Side you Choose.) it continues. Neither Brother nor Sister, Lune nor Solarus, learning the Lesson Creation set before them. Neither realizing each has a “Very Special Gift” or that either Gift looses brilliance if the Other doesn’t Exist. Both Forgetting Their initial NEED for NOBODY...

NOBODY but EACH OTHER, that is.