It has woken up.
Not totally.
Yes, but it can sense us now.
It's miraculous. The way it tries to look deep into the dark, trying, fighting for a way to determine where the voices are coming from.
What is this one called?
It calls itself a human.
Very interesting. Does it knows we're real? That it's not merely dreaming?
Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't. But either way I have heard it has it's own way of believing what's true and what's a dream.
It leaves me in much awe of how brave it is. Always trying to find answers even in the dark abyss. Truly one of the most aspiring works ever created.
But it's scared.
Scared is what makes it push itself more. To do better. To thrive like no other.
Is this what makes it different from others?
No, there's much more to it. A unique mixture of hopes, will power, hardwork, intelligence, kindness and fear.
But it still lives in agony.
Because it does not knows how to utilise itself wisely yet. It believes the universe to be billions of years old and it's own age to be only a few million years. It considers itself a dust.
Does it knows that it's not? Does it knows it is one of the most interesting sculpture ever? That it's history is full of colours in this dark universe?
It realises that sometimes, yes. Through the imprints on the walls of old caves and footprints on the lush green vegetation of the forest, to the first footprints of it's kind on the Moon. It remembers it's the player out there, with the high score like no other. It realises that it's the hunter and the one hunted, the fighter and the one fought for. The protector and the destroyer. The decider of it's own fate and consequences as well as of others. It's the very face of mother nature itself.
But sometimes it also creates problems for others, and to it's own kind. It seems it forgets how to live at times. Should we tell it?
"To tell it how to live is to prevent it living".
We cannot tell it how to live, it has to learn it. It has to feel that the universe loves that it tries, and wants it to keep trying to be better. It has to understand that the secret to truly being alive is P94% and .N°«P"4x.
It cannot understand that yet. It is not mature enough.
Yes, that is why I said we cannot teach it how to live. The damages it creates are a result of it's own doings. The cold days and the sharp needles which tatter it's skin are the very ones it created for others long ago. This makes it sad. It loses faith in itself. But one day the human will realise what powers it holds and then we'll see something breathtaking.
The human grows restless as we speak. Hah, even it's curiosity is unlike others. It seeks answers. Shall we tell?
Yes.
Alright. When the universe was created, among many things, we were born. We went on to live with many creatures, each of them unique, and each of them regarded us in a different way. Then came humans. You called us the conscience, the sixth sense. For a very long time we dwelled, and learned various things, the secrets of this vast, mysterious dark orb that we all call our home. We helped many civilization achieve what is called life. But to put it that simply would ruin it. Back then before the universe was created, we were-
That is quite enough. It has to go now. 'the dream' it was watching has to stop. There might be a next time but not for now. It has to live it's life it's own way.
True. But if we meet again, I shall grant it the power of words. I'm curious as to what this tiny human has to say about it's mighty interface of life. Very well.
Open your eyes human, it's time for you to wake up from your long dark dream.
