Ainulindalion
25-12-2003, 08:23
Silent night, holy night
Silence. The etheral realm was silent tonight. And looking down upon the Earth, it was also there a silent night.
And in space, where Ainulindalion currently was situated, it was silent as well. No sound.
If a ship explodes in space, does it make a sound?
Of course not. No ait, no sound.
Ainulindalion looked down at the Earth. Holy night tonight?
Perhaps. He was the Son of the Song of the Holy Ones.
All is calm, all is bright
Calm. Yes, it was calm. The fabric of the universe moved on as it had for all the ages of the world, though. Localized incidents disturbed the peace of the night, on the Emerald Orb slowly rotating beneath Ainulindalion's gaze, though.
He suppresed them, where he could. Small, unnoticed incidents. Crimes being commited. Murder, rape, theft.
The one night a year Ainulindalion was freed, somewhat, from his promise.
This was his gift to the world. His gift to Eru, the father of them all.
The impact of God had to be felt differently, experienced differently, told differently, to different people.
Hence this holiday. Billions of people worldwide celebrated it. All because Eru had wished a certain understanding with the humans. And for the most part, he had gotten it.
But again, free will got in the way. And the humans, as always, screwed things up. Even this.
As for bright? He examined the planet, seeing in all spectra that made up the universe.
He could only do this without physical form, though. But now, he experienced creation the way it was meant to be.
Earth, pulsing with life, tearing into the fabric of reality, bending it, flexing it. The Earth certainly was bright. The lights of a trillion homes echoed into space. Rings of organic made satellites ringed the third planet, stations, and ships, each blazing, alone in the night, but together joined as well.
Such was the way of all things. Seperate, yet bound.
’round you virgin mother and child
Yes. It was true. The human woman to give birth to Eru, and not give birth to him, at the same time, had been a virgin.
Ainulindalion could impregnate a woman, leaving her a virgin, but where would the fun be in that? It'd be boring. But Eru wasn't particularly concerned about boredom.
He had bigger things on his mind.
Ainulindalion stretched out his mind, reaching out, seeking the children. The new children first. Their minds were the most interesting. Their formlessness was a miracle, in that they still functioned.
He quickly moved through the ranks, though, seeking out older children, steadily working upwards in age.
And to each one, he presented a gift. Well, not nearly each one. He was no where near that powerful.
Humans had wondered about it for centuries. How did Santa bring all the gifts?
Simple. There wasn't just one Santa.
Every being in the heavens capable of such a feat took part, creating the gifts the children longed for, that perhaps their parents could not afford, or could not understand.
But the children, for whom the holiday was truly about, they would know happiness. Peace. Joy. If only for a moment.
But it was all that was required.
Holy infant so tender and mild
Tender. Mild. Not words Ainulindalion would use to describe himself.
But then, he wasn't an infant, was he?
Born of creation's song, he was without form, with name, and without equal.
All others were either greater or lesser than he.
He was unique, another blip in the tapestry of Creation.
But a big blip.
Sleep in heavenly peace
Recently, though, he had changed. He'd become softer, perhaps even tender.
Then again, perhaps not.
His promise, the one thing that meant more to him than her forbid what he was about to think.
Love. There could not be love between them. For one, she was a mortal, and he could not intertangle himself in the affairs of mortals.
He could not change the balance.
Two, he was unsure whether or not she could love in return.
Red contrasted with blue and brown, over pale skin. Perhaps not the human standard of perfection, but he did not ever seeing himself becoming bored with her by his side, or on top of him, or under him. That made her perfect for him. The most dangerous thing for a godling was boredom.
But tonight, in a country that did not celebrate Christmas, nay, even denied its existence, he would enjoy unwrapping his Christmas present.
Sleep in heavenly peace
That they would.
Silence. The etheral realm was silent tonight. And looking down upon the Earth, it was also there a silent night.
And in space, where Ainulindalion currently was situated, it was silent as well. No sound.
If a ship explodes in space, does it make a sound?
Of course not. No ait, no sound.
Ainulindalion looked down at the Earth. Holy night tonight?
Perhaps. He was the Son of the Song of the Holy Ones.
All is calm, all is bright
Calm. Yes, it was calm. The fabric of the universe moved on as it had for all the ages of the world, though. Localized incidents disturbed the peace of the night, on the Emerald Orb slowly rotating beneath Ainulindalion's gaze, though.
He suppresed them, where he could. Small, unnoticed incidents. Crimes being commited. Murder, rape, theft.
The one night a year Ainulindalion was freed, somewhat, from his promise.
This was his gift to the world. His gift to Eru, the father of them all.
The impact of God had to be felt differently, experienced differently, told differently, to different people.
Hence this holiday. Billions of people worldwide celebrated it. All because Eru had wished a certain understanding with the humans. And for the most part, he had gotten it.
But again, free will got in the way. And the humans, as always, screwed things up. Even this.
As for bright? He examined the planet, seeing in all spectra that made up the universe.
He could only do this without physical form, though. But now, he experienced creation the way it was meant to be.
Earth, pulsing with life, tearing into the fabric of reality, bending it, flexing it. The Earth certainly was bright. The lights of a trillion homes echoed into space. Rings of organic made satellites ringed the third planet, stations, and ships, each blazing, alone in the night, but together joined as well.
Such was the way of all things. Seperate, yet bound.
’round you virgin mother and child
Yes. It was true. The human woman to give birth to Eru, and not give birth to him, at the same time, had been a virgin.
Ainulindalion could impregnate a woman, leaving her a virgin, but where would the fun be in that? It'd be boring. But Eru wasn't particularly concerned about boredom.
He had bigger things on his mind.
Ainulindalion stretched out his mind, reaching out, seeking the children. The new children first. Their minds were the most interesting. Their formlessness was a miracle, in that they still functioned.
He quickly moved through the ranks, though, seeking out older children, steadily working upwards in age.
And to each one, he presented a gift. Well, not nearly each one. He was no where near that powerful.
Humans had wondered about it for centuries. How did Santa bring all the gifts?
Simple. There wasn't just one Santa.
Every being in the heavens capable of such a feat took part, creating the gifts the children longed for, that perhaps their parents could not afford, or could not understand.
But the children, for whom the holiday was truly about, they would know happiness. Peace. Joy. If only for a moment.
But it was all that was required.
Holy infant so tender and mild
Tender. Mild. Not words Ainulindalion would use to describe himself.
But then, he wasn't an infant, was he?
Born of creation's song, he was without form, with name, and without equal.
All others were either greater or lesser than he.
He was unique, another blip in the tapestry of Creation.
But a big blip.
Sleep in heavenly peace
Recently, though, he had changed. He'd become softer, perhaps even tender.
Then again, perhaps not.
His promise, the one thing that meant more to him than her forbid what he was about to think.
Love. There could not be love between them. For one, she was a mortal, and he could not intertangle himself in the affairs of mortals.
He could not change the balance.
Two, he was unsure whether or not she could love in return.
Red contrasted with blue and brown, over pale skin. Perhaps not the human standard of perfection, but he did not ever seeing himself becoming bored with her by his side, or on top of him, or under him. That made her perfect for him. The most dangerous thing for a godling was boredom.
But tonight, in a country that did not celebrate Christmas, nay, even denied its existence, he would enjoy unwrapping his Christmas present.
Sleep in heavenly peace
That they would.