The Cartesiarillion: 2 The First Gods
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jackAnd at the same time, Nara saw her cry of gladness contained the essence of joy she had lacked, and came together with it and produced the second of the other gods, who burned with fire and joy, and was known only as Los.
And then she rejoiced anew, for immediately Materre and Los were able to bring forth all manner of things which had nothing to do with darkness at all, and Materre's things were most often solid, and Los' were most often joyful. And also, Nara with Materre, or Nara with Los, or Materre and Los together, or all three of the eldest at once, could come together to produce an infinte variety.
And for a long time, they entertained each other, and revelled in the joy of having company and bright things about them. But after this, they saw some of Nara's first children gathered about them, watching the things hungrily. For they had been made of Nara's first darkness, and knew nothing of the richness of Materre or the light and joy of Los, and yet now they saw them, they coveted them.
And with the stregth of the three buoying each of the three, Materre and Los went where Nara had gone before, making bright things and offering them freely to the demons. And the demons rejoiced, enlivened by the joy the two gods brought, and Nara dared hope they would be brought back into the new happy fold of the new gods.
But alas, such rejoicing was not in their nature, and passed fleetingly from them, and they fell to squabbling over the bright things, trying to recapture the first flush of joy. Quickly the bright things were smashed and rent asunder by the grasping hands, and the demons fell to blaming each other, and blaming the new gods who had intruded on their previously untantalised existence.
And Nara despaired anew, but Materre comforted her, reminding her of the vision of hope she'd long carried within her. And Los looked on the demons, and said that though they lacked joy, they still showed passion, and as the authority from which all joy in the emptiness had sprung (excepting only the faint echos of that first cry), he did not think they were lost for good.
And Nara and Materre marvelled, for normally Los was absorbed in his craftmanship, rather than speaking of nature of things with such authority. But they looked on his words, and saw them to be true, and knew then that even if it took twenty ages, many of the demons would have learned the spark of love, and by the end of time, perhaps they all would. For though Nara had despaired of them, they had sprung from her, as had the first cry of joy, and all along she had contained the seed of it. And even if had been hidden, and though in her despair she had passed along to the demons more darkness and less joy than even she had had herself, yet, she had not prevented it entirely, and each did contain such a spark, however small.
And then she rejoiced anew, for immediately Materre and Los were able to bring forth all manner of things which had nothing to do with darkness at all, and Materre's things were most often solid, and Los' were most often joyful. And also, Nara with Materre, or Nara with Los, or Materre and Los together, or all three of the eldest at once, could come together to produce an infinte variety.
And for a long time, they entertained each other, and revelled in the joy of having company and bright things about them. But after this, they saw some of Nara's first children gathered about them, watching the things hungrily. For they had been made of Nara's first darkness, and knew nothing of the richness of Materre or the light and joy of Los, and yet now they saw them, they coveted them.
And with the stregth of the three buoying each of the three, Materre and Los went where Nara had gone before, making bright things and offering them freely to the demons. And the demons rejoiced, enlivened by the joy the two gods brought, and Nara dared hope they would be brought back into the new happy fold of the new gods.
But alas, such rejoicing was not in their nature, and passed fleetingly from them, and they fell to squabbling over the bright things, trying to recapture the first flush of joy. Quickly the bright things were smashed and rent asunder by the grasping hands, and the demons fell to blaming each other, and blaming the new gods who had intruded on their previously untantalised existence.
And Nara despaired anew, but Materre comforted her, reminding her of the vision of hope she'd long carried within her. And Los looked on the demons, and said that though they lacked joy, they still showed passion, and as the authority from which all joy in the emptiness had sprung (excepting only the faint echos of that first cry), he did not think they were lost for good.
And Nara and Materre marvelled, for normally Los was absorbed in his craftmanship, rather than speaking of nature of things with such authority. But they looked on his words, and saw them to be true, and knew then that even if it took twenty ages, many of the demons would have learned the spark of love, and by the end of time, perhaps they all would. For though Nara had despaired of them, they had sprung from her, as had the first cry of joy, and all along she had contained the seed of it. And even if had been hidden, and though in her despair she had passed along to the demons more darkness and less joy than even she had had herself, yet, she had not prevented it entirely, and each did contain such a spark, however small.