Once upon a time there was a small blue-green orb floating in a vast sea of
emptiness.
Now there were many orbs afloat within this infinite ocean of darkness. Huge
flaming ones; small cold ones; Even some with the weight of many large ones,
yet so tiny, one could barely see them. But this was a very special orb, for it
had something few of the other orbs had. It had life.
For countless years it was a happy ball, this blue-green orb. All the
various forms of life that thrived danced to the same music. The tree people
swayed to it in the gentle breezes. The fish people swam to it in the warm
waters. The bird people glided to it in the cool air.
And all the different peoples danced in this ballet of life. The Sun, like
some great orchestra leader, kept the beat going. For it was the awesome power
of the Sun that sustained the music through the beat of it's ever-present
warmth and light.
But then there arose a different group of people. They called themselves the
"Smart People" and after awhile decided that they were too good to dance to the
music of the Sun. They felt that since they were more cunning than their fellow
peoples, that they, and not the sun, should choose not only the beat of the
music, but the tune as well.
And so they started playing their own tunes, for their own benefit with
total disregard to the other peoples that lived on the orb.
The Sun continued to play on, and the other peoples maintained their place
in this great ballet of life, and left their discordant brethren to themselves.
They felt that since these other people did not interfere with their dance, why
worry? The Sun will provide.
Soon it became all too obvious that these people did not share this same
view, and before too long, these "Smart" people started forcing the other
people to dance to their new music. Those that refused had the precious gift of
life stolen from them by the others. Others grew frightened and decided to
dance to the music of these strange people.
Pretty soon, it came to pass that these peoples' music grew so loud and
discordant, that those on the orb that tried to continue the dance of the Sun,
could no longer hear the original music, and so they perished from the orb
forever.
Now even the people who played the new music could not decide upon a common
tune, so they began to argue amongst themselves, and danced to many different
tunes, all of which claimed to be the "one and only" tune to dance to. Finally
they divided up into different groups and decided to fight one another to
decide once and for all which tune to dance to.
For countless years they fought one another, and many lost their lives,
until a person from one of the groups looked toward the bright spot through the
clouds of smoke that hid the Sun. You see, this person was considered to be one
of the smarter of these people, and was looked upon by his fellows as a great
thinker.
This person realized that if one could copy the life-giving power of the Sun
and concentrate this power in a small area, they alone could call the tune. So
they made a terrible weapon that perverted this great power. Instead of
nurturing life, the music was now made to destroy life. And they used it on
their brothers and sisters.
They said "We alone have the only true tune, and all must dance to it!." But
soon yet another small group of these people arose and loudly proclaimed: "We
too control the music of the Sun, and our tune is better!." So the first group
made a bigger Sun-weapon, and the others countered with an even bigger one.
This went on and on until both groups possessed the power to destroy the
little orb many times over. But both sides were afraid to use these powerful
weapons on each other for fear of destroying themselves at the same time. The
great thinker from the first group of these discordant people stepped forward
and proudly announced: "We have now made a Sun-weapon that will destroy only
your people and nothing else, so that we can dance to our music in your
house!." Of course it was only a matter of time before the other group made a
weapon similar to the first group.
So back and forth it went; move and counter-move as the balance of terror
tried to equal out.
Now all this time both groups had created machines to take care of their
weapons, not trusting even themselves to this delicate task.
It came to pass that one day the Sun rose brighter than it had in many
years. Upon seeing the Sun in it's full splendor, a person entrusted to over
see these mighty machines heard the music of the Sun for the first time. Just
by hearing the strange and wonderful music filled him with awe and wonder: then
joy and happiness: and finally he was driven by an unquenchable urge to dance
to this true music of the Sun.
But being momentarily blinded by the life of the Sun, he failed to watch
where he danced. And by bumping into the death-machine, he unknowingly
unleashed his people's entire arsenal of Sun-weapons. Now the other people upon
seeing their impending doom, set into motion a similar fate for their foes, so
that no one would be left to live in their homes.
All over the little orb gaia these new Sun-weapons systematically
extinguished the life fires of both remaining groups. But all the other people
had been left unaffected, since both groups looked upon all the other people as
"property," and so had built their weapons to eliminate only The Smart People,
and it was most efficient.
All the remaining people, hearing no other tune but the music of the Sun,
finally were able to resume the Dance of Life, and the blue-green orb once
again sparkled in the Sun's eye. The beat goes on.
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