Creation Myth: Loving is Living
A wise man once said, “Life is a flower of which love is the honey.” Love is, in fact, the honey, as it has been blessed into creation by the flowers which bloom on this earth. These flowers blossom and grow tall as they provide nectar for bees, creating the sweet deliciousness honey is today.
This concept is very much similar to the day a man – no, a Saint – came to this world, showing humans what emotion, what power lies deep within us: love. Years and years ago, when men and women stood on this earth unknowing of all of the wonders that lay behind their crystal blue sky, a figure had arose from the land of the Unknown. This figure rose tall, with puffy, white wings adorning his back. He rose among the people; …show more content…
You all do not know this now, but in the future, when art begins to bloom, there will be a shape, called a heart. This heart will have seemingly no resemblance to the very heart inside of you, until you place two human hearts together, which will create the shape to be known as a heart. When I first arrived here, you looked at me as if I held the powers of the Devil, and as I speak these words, I understand if you may think that I am from the Devil’s land. I am not. For, I am from the land unknown to you. I am from a land where I understand that humans never begin their lives as simply “human.” Instead, when one’s soul is created, it possesses both the features of a man and woman. This soul begins to develop, growing into this so-called heart shape.” Valentine pauses for a minute, using a stick to trace the outline of a heart on the dusty ground near the campfire. “However, when it is time for development, this soul is split in two, where the two halves of it develop into two very similar, yet very different human beings. It is when these souls reunite, that they feel something …show more content…
“Indeed, it does,” Valentine agreed as he completed his tune.
Suddenly, the tribe became overwhelmed.
“What does this mean?” A man shouted out. “What is this lovely word that you use?”
“Is it the word of the Devil?” Another shouted.
“What? No-“ Valentine was cut off as a strong wind swept through the trees, taking with it the cloth that had covered Valentine’s back. In an instant, white, fluffy wings popped out, taking place at both sides of Valentine’s body.
“Oh, my goodness!” A woman shouted, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprang up. “He is the man of the Devil!” She pointed a crooked finger at him, screeching, “How dare you enter our territory and try to brain-wash us? How dare you try to trick us into your ways?”
“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” Valentine stood, overwhelmed with fear as the tribe had erupted into chaos, words of venom being thrown in all directions.
“We must kill him, for he had lied to us!” A man shouted, with his knife in hand.
“Yes, we must!” Others cheered in agreement.
Before Valentine could defend himself in any way, knives and fists and words of venom were thrown and slashed at him until his very heart ceased to beat. He was dead.
A wise man once said, “Life is a flower of which love is the honey.” Love is, in fact, the honey, as it has been blessed into creation by the flowers which bloom on this earth. These flowers blossom and grow tall as they provide nectar for bees, creating the sweet deliciousness honey is today.
This concept is very much similar to the day a man – no, a Saint – came to this world, showing humans what emotion, what power lies deep within us: love. Years and years ago, when men and women stood on this earth unknowing of all of the wonders that lay behind their crystal blue sky, a figure had arose from the land of the Unknown. This figure rose tall, with puffy, white wings adorning his back. He rose among the people; …show more content…
You all do not know this now, but in the future, when art begins to bloom, there will be a shape, called a heart. This heart will have seemingly no resemblance to the very heart inside of you, until you place two human hearts together, which will create the shape to be known as a heart. When I first arrived here, you looked at me as if I held the powers of the Devil, and as I speak these words, I understand if you may think that I am from the Devil’s land. I am not. For, I am from the land unknown to you. I am from a land where I understand that humans never begin their lives as simply “human.” Instead, when one’s soul is created, it possesses both the features of a man and woman. This soul begins to develop, growing into this so-called heart shape.” Valentine pauses for a minute, using a stick to trace the outline of a heart on the dusty ground near the campfire. “However, when it is time for development, this soul is split in two, where the two halves of it develop into two very similar, yet very different human beings. It is when these souls reunite, that they feel something …show more content…
“Indeed, it does,” Valentine agreed as he completed his tune.
Suddenly, the tribe became overwhelmed.
“What does this mean?” A man shouted out. “What is this lovely word that you use?”
“Is it the word of the Devil?” Another shouted.
“What? No-“ Valentine was cut off as a strong wind swept through the trees, taking with it the cloth that had covered Valentine’s back. In an instant, white, fluffy wings popped out, taking place at both sides of Valentine’s body.
“Oh, my goodness!” A woman shouted, covering her mouth with her hand as she sprang up. “He is the man of the Devil!” She pointed a crooked finger at him, screeching, “How dare you enter our territory and try to brain-wash us? How dare you try to trick us into your ways?”
“No, no, you’ve got it all wrong,” Valentine stood, overwhelmed with fear as the tribe had erupted into chaos, words of venom being thrown in all directions.
“We must kill him, for he had lied to us!” A man shouted, with his knife in hand.
“Yes, we must!” Others cheered in agreement.
Before Valentine could defend himself in any way, knives and fists and words of venom were thrown and slashed at him until his very heart ceased to beat. He was dead.