We met a very long time ago. We both were world travelers,
and we both desired a deeper understanding of our past. We
met by chance, and it was not love at first sight. I found her
to be far too passive and cautious, unable to see the thrill in
life. She found me too brash and reckless, willing to put
myself above others to achieve my goals. We both had our
points, I guess.
We kept running into each other. It became a competition
to see who could leave the site with the most artifacts. At times,
it was quite a heated battle. Words were said. Lines were drawn.
This went on for quite some time before we realized we could
do much more for our science if we worked together. The
first few months were hell. We spent our days silently
working in each others shadows. We spent our nights
at opposite sides of our tent, poring over the data from
the day prior.
I don't remember the day it happened, nor the year,
but I do remember it was raining. We were arguing
about the proper reference notation for a particular
discovery when she turned and called me a callous ****,
right before tripping on a branch. I was about to
laugh and tell her it served her right, but just at
that moment, as her wet hair framed her oval,
tear-streaked face...
I truly saw her for the first time.
I think she must have done the same, because she
didn't say a word as I picked her up and brought
her to the first aid tent. She bit her lip quietly as I
treated her swollen ankle. We both knew it,
though neither of us would ever speak it.
Things were different now.
Our newly forged companionship breathed new
life into both of us. There was no terrain, no peak,
nothing on heaven and earth that could stop us.
If there was something to be discovered, you had
**** well know it was going to be us doing the
discovering. It was a golden age when I was by
her side and her by mine.
Our travels finally took us to the unknown during
one particularly muggy summer deep in uncharted
jungles in the south. We had heard whispers on the
wind of a legendary artifact, one that had been cited
in ancient texts throughout the ages. We didn't know
exactly what it was, but our nature compelled us to
find it.
We were laughed at, blacklisted by our own colleagues.
We started losing supporters, slowly at first, but soon
our funding was drying up. Despite every reasonable
chance we had to turn around, we simply could not. It
was emblazoned in our DNA that we must pursue this
unknown thing. It became our passion, only superseded
by our love for each other.
We did find it.
Eight years later, in the middle of the rain forest, in a spot
so remote that it had never had human footprints, we found
an underground system of caves. We set into them, and
immediately found ourselves lost. Traveling for what seemed
like weeks, we survived on moss and spring water. Just as we
were about to finally extinguish our faith that we would find
what we were seeking, much less our way out...
There it was.
It was stone, approximately 3 feet in diameter, and sat on a raised
pedestal. It had raised markings on its surface that resembled a
language, though no language that I had ever seen. The regular
sound of water dripping into it was the only sound outside of our
ragged breathing. It was a well. It was our well. I don't know how
we knew it, but at that moment we both realized that this was the
purpose of our existence.
As we peered into it, we saw what I can only describe as the separation
of time from space. What I saw burned itself into my brain, threatening
to drive me mad. The last thing I remembered hearing was a voice inside
my head telling me "At the end, it shall begin".
We woke up at our home, this vivid memory still fresh in our minds,
thinking that it had been a dream, until we saw ourselves. We were
young again, just as we had been the day we had met. Further
investigation showed us to be, for better lack of the word...Immortal.
At this point, the years feel like they flew by like rifling through the
pages of the book. Empires rose and collapsed. Weather patterns
changed, tectonic plates shifted, it all was mundane at times. The
one thing that seemed to plague the human race throughout the
eons was the concept of hatred, which saddened us. We were like
ghosts, sitting on the boundary of humanity, but even that great
chapter eventually ended. I won't bore you on the details of how
the human race met its demise.
We walked the empty planet watching rivers erode into canyons,
as forests became deserts. Volcanoes erupted, violently altering
the landscape. Species continued to evolve, eventually giving way
to other intelligent beings. They too built massive civilizations
on the planet that humans had once called their own. They also
made beautiful arts that were a wonderment to our eyes. They also
hated. All of them eventually ended up in the museums of their
successors, ancient bones the only sign they ever existed.
Five billion years later, the Sun enveloped our planet. We did not
feel the burn, but we were left with the unfortunate problem of no
longer having solid ground to stand on. We floated throughout
the universe, hand in hand. We laughed, we cried, we made
love in the place where no one can hear you scream (in ecstasy).
We couldn't speak, but at that point we didn't need to. The universe
continued to expand, as we continued to float aimlessly. We had
seen more than any intelligent being could begin to fathom. We
remembered everything, nothing was lost to the haze of forgotten
memories.
Eventually, the universe slowly began contracting. I won't even
bother telling you how long it took. It waned down and down.
It became the size of a nebula...the size of a galaxy...the size
of a planet, until it was so small that it could fit inside of your
wallet. We contracted as well, our atoms pushing together
as we embraced each other. It shrank until it was the size
of a single quark, with us inside it. 2 minds occupying
an infinitesimal space.
The we exploded
In nanoseconds, we expanded destroying the emptiness
and filling it with light and heat and life. We became
every atom in our own universe. It was freedom, to
no longer be trapped inside of a body, but to just be.
There's no word that can properly describe it.
Billions of years later, our first intelligent life came
into existence. We did our best to nurture it, but we
admit we are not perfect. We may have taken too
active of a role early on, giving miracles to those
who we deemed kind, and punishing those who
we deemed wicked. Eventually we realized we
were doing more harm than good. We retreated,
becoming mere observers of our own creation.
Hate still existed, but we also saw wonder and beauty
that far out shined even the worst souls, much like
light banishes the darkness with such ease.
People always think of God as some all knowing,
all powerful being that knows your soul and
passes judgement.
We sometimes wonder if they would be amazed
or disappointed
to find out that God is just two star crossed lovers
who lived just a little too long
This is way too **** long.
