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The Return of Rasa Sayang (The Child of the Spire)


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Posted 22 October 2011 - 12:10 PM

Angels vs Sayang
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Posted 22 October 2011 - 12:16 PM

Mmm hmm.

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Posted 30 April 2012 - 04:21 PM

In the beginning: A creation myth.

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Posted 02 May 2012 - 08:06 PM

"That is not dead which can eternal lie
And with strange eons even death may die"

All life has a creation myth. It's in our nature to explain our nature. There are many tales of creation in the FPL universe. As many tales as their are living people. This is just one of them. Where it came from? Who knows? But it is here now. You got nothing else to do...read it.

In the beginning, at a time before time, a gathering of sentient celestial energies emerged near the fulcrum of this reality. These energies may well have been the very first life-forms (in the loosest sense of the word). Over ages they developed into beings with a near complete understanding of the dominion they lived in through the wisdom of math. Math was the basis of understanding of all things. In math was order. In math was reason. These amorphous energies were at their core, the personification of math. In math was the core of everything or so they believed.

To our understanding those beings would’ve been something akin to gods, yet they were nothing like gods. Nebulous, apathetic and vague, they were the shapers and creators of numerous lifeless worlds within a void, moving the heavenly bodies into a uniform pattern of stability. Alongside this time, a new thing appeared: an entity not of their own creation which seemingly spontaneously surfaced on one their lone worlds.

Immediately everything within their realm of understanding was crushed. Giving credit to their scientific better judgment, they did not interfere with this entities growth and “life”. They examined it as a scientist would during his research. Through the centuries, this thing grew very powerful much as they did. However, its very core of existence was counter to them. It emanated disorder. It defied their math. Its existence could not be determined. Its outcome could not be calculated. It cheated math. Its very existence was an unshaping of all things known. In essence, it was their antithesis. If they had been things of emotion, they would have known fear. As beings that understood order (math), they were obliged to consider this thing a blasphemy - a butterfly effect. They observed this thing until its influence threatened to cripple all of their prior arithmetical labors. The thing jumped from world to world shattering all that they held dear.

In time it became clear that they must closer inspect the thing. With much effort they seized the thing. With their depth of perception of the mathematical equations of space and time, they tried to dissect the thing as they had once dissected the mysteries of the universe as they knew it. Even in conjoined and nigh-omnipotent efforts, they proved fruitless. The thing denied them understanding for it was against math. All lines that linked reality broke at this thing. It left the energies baffled and broken. Eventually they deferred the thing to its state of confinement.

Before this confinement however, the things sought some form of resolution. Their rational minds desired what all rational minds desire – organization. They worked unceasingly in an effort to assign the thing to a workable calculation to fit in with reality as it were. Or to put it plainly, they sought to classify it for cataloguing purposes. Despite intensifying their previous efforts a thousand fold, once more nothing would fit. After a fashion, they were spent and depleted. Finally, the incalculable happened once again. In time, the thing itself sought an audience so to speak. It sought communication or in better terms: a transfer of knowledge.

As if it had grown tired of the poking and prodding or as if it grew upset with boredom, the thing spoke to them in a language they understood – the language of math. Willingly, it gave them the impossible. In harmless terms understood by men, it simply said, “I am chaos.” However, chaos cannot be calculated for isn’t this the point of chaos? If chaos could be calculated, then it would not truly be…chaos. The seemingly simple utterance of its name, a formula which could not or ever be, unraveled the energies utterly. As order was their only understanding, this thing that served as their opposite shook them to the core. To their surprise, the thing had been their throughout their own existence sewing its own work. Upon further introspection, this thing may have fathered...them. And now, the mere utterance of its own designation destroyed these already weakened energies relentlessly.

As energies go, the celestial bodies dispersed, transformed and spread throughout the cosmos taking the residual energies of the thing with them. Its essence also filled the cosmos. The dispersion of these combined/separated energies seeded the universe and its innumerable worlds and thus life began, springing forth from the residue of these first beings. Their end cycle begins the life cycles of eternal balance - the infinite beat.

A balance held firmly in place by the quaking dispersion of primordial energy, that is

Until now…




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