Simple Truth

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.