Walking Across The Ground, I Seek A Darkness Far Away
Walking Across The Ground, I Seek A Darkness Far Away
I look at the soil beneath my feet, ground down from great mountains, over the years and stare at the sky, made green by millennia of tilling by the Sky-Gardeners. They farm the Air, and make it nutritious and green for all the things that breathe it in. I take a deep breath through my spiracles, and feel the air coursing through my body.
I walk, as I have always walked, across this ground, my six feet tipping and tapping as mechanically as they ever have, my torso raising and lowering every so often, and my mind wandering here and there, flitting about the central goal I have carried within me from birth. My eyes ache, but I do not care, and my mind whirls up memories, not only the ones I have made, but also ones of the lives that led up to mine, encoded in my body in a code I can scarcely begin to understand. The sun is rising, and the air is beginning to boil. I change my direction slightly, sniffing the air for the pheromones which have lead my travels ever since I remember, and will do so all the way up to the moment that I accomplish the reason for my existence.
I look down at the ground again. I look around. It has been only a few days from when I set off, but I feel as if I have been walking for weeks. The desolation of my mind, barren of information and absent of emotion leaves little else to do but ruminate on whatever I can find.
I am A seed, and nothing else. Born out of necessity, sent on this journey to help my god procreate, I follow the signs of his lover to make sure their kind survives. There are hundreds of others like me, and millions of others who are different to me in an indescribable number of ways, but fulfil the same function, have the same responsibility. I doubt sometimes whether I count as a living thing. I breathe and move and think like everything else, but I cannot control my actions, and I do not procreate. Am I just an organ? A Gamete for my god to send across the world to make sure that my god's lineage does not end?
I wonder whether I could ever just refuse to walk, refuse to carry out my responsibility. I have heard of those who tried to, but they have never succeeded. My Brethren and I have been designed by the skilled sculptor of time to never refuse what we were designed to do, to make our goal our life, whatever that life may or may not mean.
So I keep walking. Walking Across The Ground, I Seek A Darkness Far Away.