Beginnings

I stood alone on a plane of imagination. No one else was there but me. The ground was slick with an emerald sea, tiny waves engulfed my feet. Out and out, further and beyond, an invisable hand stretched with what I knew to be a giant paintbrush.

Low on the sky, a line of fire appeared. A tiny slit of fire. It spread and spread as I watched in silent wonder. The stars were scattered throughout the heavens, in shinning points of dancing light. They bowed as they whirled ever-so-slowly backed out of sight. And the fire spread.

A raging, fast rythym filled dance took over the quiet ballet, fire shot up and across the sky. The giant hand was reaching and reaching to cover everything. The paint strokes became wide and rich, but never hurried. Never hurried for real beauty can take forever.

Soon the top of a giant sphere raced into the sky in the all consuming fury pure joy brings. Welcome to this world. Welcome, to the sunrise.

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