Remember Then Forget

Never in your life let yourself be controlled by photos of the past.
Never let the memories of the past be the means with which you judge the present.
Or let yourself make decisions based upon decisions you've taken in the past.

For that which is memory should only stay in memories.
And you shall only remember of the past as memories.
Let memories be the means to remember what you shall forget.

Then start anew from that which comes to you in memories.
And you shall never suffer pain of loss or regret because of the past.
For every moment from then on shall be the only decisions that count.

Decisions based on truth that lie in the present.
In the breath on your tongue and the sweat on your chin.
For every moment now is like a flower in bloom painted in red.

Beware of the past I say and forget it.
And begin once more from the beginning.
Only then shall you see the value of making memories
And only then shall you live and know the present.

How Light Carries On Endlessly Even After Death

"With shortness of breath, I'll explain the infinite.

How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist."

Life is short. You do not realize it as much as you do as in the last days you are given. Then comes the day when all the days you have had become a treasure. You look back because the future is no more. Your days ahead are fleeting and the days behind creep in. Memories surge in your mind like the waves on that summer day when you talked to the person you loved and told them how much you truly loved them. Life seemed endless that day. And you ended up having children and children of those children. How did it come to this? 

The universe was made as if to be seen by my eyes. Yet it was only by your choice. How could I ever be grateful enough for that fleeting chance in your life? When you met your love and the choice you took in loving him? That moment you said yes to him echoed through time. That moment you loved each other.

 Life is so beautiful, for life gives upon life. Your love was like a seed and you bore fruit that grew into other trees. But now it's hard to look in your eyes and see the pain. I can see that you do not look ahead. Fear is in you. I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen. Your story is yours to take with you. And I can only look here with shortness of breath.

 I'm struck by the beauty of life and how rare and beautiful it is that we exist. How light carries on endlessly even after death. 

The Nomads

This is our story. It is not a happy story but it is filled with hope. For mountains are climbed not with successes but with struggles.

We are a nomadic people. Two thousand years ago planet Earth was at the brink of annihilation. The cause; human beings. Our race polluted the lands and killed the Earth on which we lived. Blindly we trenched through our denial until the Earth could take no more. Be careful. Do not assume that we were ignorant. We were far from ignorant, we were smart and cunning, and we held enough knowledge to overcome any obstacle we wished to overcome, but we failed. Pride was our downfall. 

We denied our mistakes and the faults in our deeds were masked by a pride held towards our intelligence. We thought that we were infallible, that our technology was all we required. We did not see further than the ridge over our noses. The machinery we built made us comfortable and unnecessarily lazy. Then came long life and the children of our children lived to a ripe age that only a tree might live to. Yet, when those same men grew to a thousand years or two of that, there were not trees to call brothers in death. For the trees had gone, and the skies had darkened. We had polluted the Earth with chemicals and killed all the trees for land. Our eyes forgot what the colour green might look like.

So we had to flee. Our blindness caused too much harm to the land. Our denial kept us from realizing it. The Black Mist took over the world like the night takes over the day. We built one hundred ships, all grand and beautiful, for what else could we build to show off the strength and prowess of our intellect? The ships were ovulate shaped and housed two thousand man and three thousand females. In their core lay dormitories and factories. On the outskirts lay water farms in which food was grown. The solar sails which were deployed once in orbit dwarfed even the size of the same ships to which they were attached. 

And so one hundred self-reliant vessels, each like a planet from which they fled, left for uncharted territories. The people on the ships were hand picked by the ten most powerful countries. Each ship had people of mixed races to preserve genetic diversity, but each was ruled by a dominant sovereignty. And each ship was to sail towards a star far away from our own. These stars had what was thought to be rocky planets like our own. But we were not sure. No one really knew if the planets which orbited these far flung stars had hospitable soil upon which to land. 

Yet, we left. For the children of our children's children might one day dream to live on solid ground we hoped. We left like nomads to a new land. And for thousands of years we lived on egg-like ships in the darkness of space dragged by solar winds on the sails of our vessels. We would never see each other again. Harder still was to know that we would never see our Home, or so we thought. 

For my ship arrived at CS1B six generations ago and there they found no land soft enough for walking. The scorched planets ran fast close around the star, and the giants slowly circled on the edges of their sun lit orbits. And this was a blow to the hearts of my fathers. My people cried for years in agony of their futile voyage. Then came the day when the Greater Being amongst us said a word, and we left CS1B and sailed back. We sailed back Home. For where else would we go?

This is the story of my fathers and the story of my people. We are nomads. And we have come back to reclaim our homeland.


Signed,
The Greater Being 

Virelda and the Greater Being

"What are you but like a plague upon this land? You are leeches to this world. Vermin that feeds upon the Earth without giving back to it all which it deserves", he frowned and looked deeply in her eyes.

"I pity the day we decided to return to this planet. I thought, but mostly hoped, that five hundred years would change the pitiful  human race. That in five hundred years you would realize where you stumbled and that you would rise from the dirt in which you lay. But I was wrong". He stopped and turned his face slowly away from Virelda. His shoulders dropped downwards as if all the hope that supported him had now vanished.

"The Black Mist is a mistake of my forefathers and not my own", said Virelda. She struggled to think what to say in return and her emotions took over.

"Why are you so despiteful of our people?", she yelled, "We do not deserve names and insult from you!" Virelda stopped and cleared a tear rolling down her cheek. 

"Aren't you the ones to have abandoned this land when all seemed lost?", she continued while crying, "aren't you the same people that almost destroyed our lands? What gives you the right to say that we are pitiful, when all I see in your eyes is that same pity?". 

The greater being now turned back to her. He moved closer to Virelda and pulled up his hand to put on her shoulder. Virelda was not looking towards him, but from the edges of her eyes she could see him. She thought he had repented, and that the arm he moved was to comfort her crying. But the greater being did not pat her on the shoulder. He lifted his arm to her neck and pulled tight around her throat as if to choke her.

Virelda gasped for air. The greater being lifted her up from the ground from her neck. The ease with which he did this resounded through Virelda's oxygen deprived brain. If these beings held such strength, there is not much hope for the safety of my people, she thought. 

The greater being grunted some words over his shoulder to the lesser ones and then turned to Virelda. The lesser ones walked away with a fast pace. 

"It is to be said that the only ones that shall live are those that can survive the harsh truth of life and this Universe. It is only the strong that live and endure. And the weak shall perish amongst the worms of the Earth". 

Virelda was now desperately twitching her body from side to side trying to grasp for air. 

What a fool I am. To hope that these men from the skies would listen. Reckless. That is what Kripp used to tell me, Virelda thought as she struggled.

Kripp. The name echoed through Virelda like the bellowing sound of the ships that came from the heavens.

Kripp would never give up so easily. Then she remembered. From her pocket she slid out the silver charm he had given her back at the Forgotten Inn. 'Sharp like the wind', he had told her, 'and sharp like your tongue'.

She punctured the silver knife through the great being's arm without hesitation. Blue blood came gushing out. He screamed with pain and dropped Virelda to the floor. The lesser beings heard his calls and Virelda could see them rushing towards her from two fields of dirt away.

"Wake up, hurry!", someone whispered in her ear. Virelda felt a clutch of fingers drag her up from her feet. And then they were gone. Like the wind, as far away and as fast as her feet could take her. Far from the greater being that now swore in unheard tones to his lessers.