Once upon a time there was a parakeet, and a gopher snake. Both two very different creatures. Both made up of different ingredients and traits composed by the man who lived above the clouds.
The parakeet was a lively thing. With radiance and colors that shown through like jewels. The parakeet was loving and gentle. It's heart was as big as the sky. It's voice like melted gold all brewed together with perfect tranquility that flooded from the inside to the outside.
The gopher snake was a quiet kind. With strength and wisdom that could crumble walls of steel to the ground. The gopher snake was good and giving to others. It was very humble and very dedicated like a dart aiming only for the bulls eye. It's life was disciplined and morally devout. It lived, and lived for the good.
These two very different creatures met under unusual circumstances, and despite the very differences they both possessed, they obtained a liking, a fancy... a love. Nobody really knows for sure why. Maybe it was the radiant and beautiful colors of the parakeet that took the breath from the lungs or the sight from the eyes of the gopher snake. Or, maybe the strength like a hundred armed soldiers marching to battle with no fear in their eyes that vividly entranced that radiant parakeet.
Does one ever really know?
The only thing that truly knows is the
heart. The heart of those who fall victim to the attraction itself. ...the heart knows all. It rarely speaks the honest truth.
The parakeet and the gopher snake were together for a very long time... until the storm hit.
When the storm reached their home, it came and took every single thing they possessed for each other.
It took the parakeet's lovingness.
It took the gopher snake's goodness.
It took their want.
It took their love.
After the storm, the pieces left behind were just too intricate and minuscule to just pick up and piece back together.
So the gopher snake would remain silent and cold,
and the parakeet would cry...
The days were scorching. They would burn everything in their paths.
The fire was getting closer, and the small pieces left behind by the storm were still on the ground.
The parakeet would try to pick them up, but the weight in those little pieces were too heavy to carry.
The parakeet lacked the strength.
The gopher snake who possessed that very strength would consider, but then it's eyes would look up at the cloudless sky of gray and remind itself of the goodness lost.
The gopher snake lacked the dedication.
So the gopher snake would remain quiet and cold,
and the parakeet would cry...
The days grew longer, and the burning grew nearer.
They both knew it.
So the parakeet gave up on the pieces and they remained lonely on the ground.
...and the gopher snake remained quiet and cold
One silent and darkened day, the gopher snake and the parakeet were in separate places of the mind and of the heart.
They smelled the burning. They saw the burning. They witnessed the burning.
They watched their goodness and their lovingness shattered on the floor. The same goodness and lovingness that had remained there for centuries it seemed. The same goodness and lovingness they both lost. The same goodness and lovingness that the parakeet didn't have the strenght to pick up, nor did the gopher snake have the dedication to keep in it's hands tenderly.
They both watched themselves burn.
They burned and they burned.
The parakeet's radiance and color turned to gray.
The gopher snake's wisdom and strength turned to liquid.
So the gopher snake remained cold and silent,
and the parakeet cried.
and they both dissapeared like dust.
Silence and stillness surrounded the world that once moved so fluidly, so vibrantly...
The man who lived above the clouds looked down upon the existence of his creation, and he was sad. He cried for 40 days and 40 nights. The tears rained down upon the stillness, the silence, and the scorching. It rained and it rained and it drowned the burning.
After the skies were clear and the world was dry, the man who lived above the clouds woke up from his sleep and started to compose. He decided to create a parakeet, and a gopher snake.
He composed his creations as if he were composing a symphony...
Wisdom like a cello, tranquility like a harp...
As he composed... He remembered the days of silence. He remembered the days of stillness. He remembered the days of burning, and he remembered the days of raining...
He remembered this, and as we was adding the ingredients for his creations, he added an extra amount, an infinite amount of goodness and lovingness...
...and once upon a time, there lived two very different creatures. A parakeet and a gopher snake.
