The tiny silver droplet
hung as if suspended in mid-air. Smooth in form, and free from
blemishes, its smooth surface reflecting back all light. Invisible to
most people, and to those that did get a glimpse often mistaken as
merely a raindrop, and never given a second thought. Encased within
the droplet, the meaning of life, the universe and existence. A
truth, so pure, so simple, conveyed only to those lucky enough to
have come into contact with the drop. A truth imparted not through
words alone, but with emotion and understood by every inch of their
body. Each person touched becoming part of it, working together in
perfect unison, in order to achieve the same goal. The truth
contained within it so pure and undiluted, nothing missing and no
need to question. A meaning, impossible to convey to others for
emotions are things extremely difficult to relay.
Those untouched, greedy
for the knowledge outside their grasp. They see the touched driven by
some force, yet do not understand. Also tainted by greed, for often
is the way with humans, everyone yearns for that which they do not
have. They do not realise that their never-ending search for the
knowledge, lowers their chances of finding it, for they add such a
complexity, that the truth will never be accepted. Each seeker looks
to the touched for clues, clues to what it is that drives them. They
piece together the things that they have learnt, and often cast aside
or overlook any emotions imparted with that knowledge.
Many people will not find
the knowledge in their lifetime, and so scared in case their work has
been in vain; they share their knowledge with a younger generation,
so that the search will go on. Missing gaps are filled in with
assumed knowledge, often far departed from the truth. Simple truths
are also complicated to make them more understandable, and tainted
with information which doesn't belong. Through the generations as the
search continues, the human species expand in intelligence, and with
it the more abstract and absurd the theories become. Those seekers
who become touched by the droplet struggle to balance the pure and
simple with the complex analysis that they have arrived at. Instead
often they choose to stick to their tainted reasoning, and calling
the truth the fool's way, or the path for the weak.
Each rejected touch, draws
damage. At first merely scratches, but the more the scratches the
less reflective the surface becomes, and as the centuries pass the
droplet becomes visible to the seekers. But it is seen as a threat, a
threat to the complicated theories that have been developed. A
threat, for many people will no longer have to depend upon each
other. If all learn of the truth, the society which has been
developed will be unbalanced and unable to function. There is only
one solution, it must be destroyed, destroyed so it cannot threaten
anymore.
Tainted by reasoning,
damaged by fools, split into fragments, it comes crashing to the
ground. No more a unit, but broken in parts, all the power and
knowledge deep within, gone, and lost for evermore.
