It feels the energy behind and the building excitement. Soon the time would come to fulfil its purpose. It might not survive – it didn’t care. Life was nothing without risks and it had been waiting long for the day that it would be chosen from all of the others.
It looks ahead and sees the line to follow. No difficulty of choice, decisions already made. It would fly. The tension releases, it feels the thrill of moving so swiftly through air. The rush of the wind. The sudden stop. Surrounded by black – it had done it! It had flown true.
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There are billions of people in the world, and each of us is connected to some number of the others. It’s been said that we’re all only six connections (maximum) from any other person, which seems crazy. Doesn’t it?
Each day, some amount of people will decide to go out of their way to help some other amount of people. Not because they have to, but because they feel they should. They make a new connection, and the whole population gets that little bit more complex. And when people help each other, that population changes. It becomes a society instead. Everyone has heard of the diamond in the rough – that spark of beauty, brilliance, and light amongst the dross of everyday life.
Sadly, in seeking it, many overlook the coal that sits beside it, dark compared to its sparkle, and so much less interesting. Eventually, that rough will shape the coal, and the pressure it withstands will make it brilliant as well. Another diamond. A diamond, as brilliant as it is, is formed by the rough. Imagine, if that coal were discovered earlier, and nurtured, rather than pressured. If a diamond results from stress, what might you get from love? There was an engine and it always worked hard. Sadly, it sometimes broke down. This didn’t stop it being an engine, and it didn’t make it a bad engine – it was just a broken engine.
There was a mechanic who loved the engine. The mechanic didn’t love the engine because of what it could do – he loved it regardless. He worked hard to keep the engine working. Sometimes the mechanic needed help, and the engine always did its best to help – even when it was broken. The mechanic knew that they could do so much more with the engine’s help. There was a computer that was terribly useful, and it was, rightly, proud. It worked hard all day with it’s human, making things happen.
It didn’t think much of the picture behind it. It was a distraction that kept it’s human from working as hard as it should. The human kept looking at it. But when the picture was lost, the human spent effort finding it. When the computer broke, the human worked on paper with pens instead. One was a cog in a machine, making life work. The other was a bead on a necklace, making life worth it. “Dig! Dig!”
The team worked hard, pick-axes chipping into the ice. Progress was slow, and they couldn’t afford it to be. They had travelled far, desperate for somewhere to survive. The cold had come quickly, though not without largely ignored warnings. They had been amongst the prepared – the bodies of others lay in the snow. However, even they had now run out of food. Finally – a crack. It grew. The ice split, revealing a door. Not the first they had managed to get to, but the last they would time for. But they had found it. The granary, and hope. |
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