A seed of a huge, but very rare tree that bears one fruit with one seed, once in a very, very long time, had just fallen on the ground with a thud. It was all so sudden for the seed, that it did not realize what had happened: it was as if some hook had forked it out of its comfortable slime. It was a tiny little thing, barely any different from a little grain of stone.
It was so uncomfortable lying on the hot, hard ground. It lay there for few hours when a cool breeze blew over it. The breeze was covering the seed with soil when the seed felt something hammering it. It was a bird. The bird swallowed the seed and flew away. Down its throat, the seed was happy. I am back in comfortable slime now. But that was not to last for long. Soon it was submerged in very strong acid. Again, for a few hours, before another thud. This thud was better though. The seed itself was soft now.
It was in a very different place now. This new place was quite dark with only thin and scarce rays of light reaching the ground. It was mid-day, but when looked up to, the sky looked green with brown forks of branches like lightning in the sky on a stormy night. But this was not by any means stormy. At night it was pitch dark and still. The stars -the stars shone even from between the dense mesh of leaves and branches that were so high.
The seed lay there, for a few days motionless, staring at the sky. That night, as it was to looking at the stars, it thought, “there are so many stars that can be spotted, even through that dense canopy that I cannot count till the end of my time.” The seed had a weird feeling inside its shell. It was nearing its end! As it died, it opened its eye, an eye that would shortly enable it to see a world it never before imagined of.
The seed was no more, but a feeling remained. But, there was no seed anymore! This made that whatever that was, quite uneasy.
After a few days, it had become a plant! It looked around at the tall tropical rain trees.
“They must have been seeds too. I never realized that when I looked at them when a seed, that we were basically the same stuff! I never realized that I had it all within me, to reach out for the sun and stars and maybe touch them one day. And one day bear a fruit that would have a seed, so unaware of all the light it seeks, is within! I am…”
The thought was cut short by a goat that ate the plant before it realized. In one moment, it was gone. No thud, no slime, nothing. So much for touching stars. Quite literally, brought down to earth.
There was a void for the next few days. No thought; no being. It looked like there was something there once, that wasn’t anymore.
But the plant had taken root. The life was still there; the knowledge was not.
It was so uncomfortable lying on the hot, hard ground. It lay there for few hours when a cool breeze blew over it. The breeze was covering the seed with soil when the seed felt something hammering it. It was a bird. The bird swallowed the seed and flew away. Down its throat, the seed was happy. I am back in comfortable slime now. But that was not to last for long. Soon it was submerged in very strong acid. Again, for a few hours, before another thud. This thud was better though. The seed itself was soft now.
It was in a very different place now. This new place was quite dark with only thin and scarce rays of light reaching the ground. It was mid-day, but when looked up to, the sky looked green with brown forks of branches like lightning in the sky on a stormy night. But this was not by any means stormy. At night it was pitch dark and still. The stars -the stars shone even from between the dense mesh of leaves and branches that were so high.
The seed lay there, for a few days motionless, staring at the sky. That night, as it was to looking at the stars, it thought, “there are so many stars that can be spotted, even through that dense canopy that I cannot count till the end of my time.” The seed had a weird feeling inside its shell. It was nearing its end! As it died, it opened its eye, an eye that would shortly enable it to see a world it never before imagined of.
The seed was no more, but a feeling remained. But, there was no seed anymore! This made that whatever that was, quite uneasy.
After a few days, it had become a plant! It looked around at the tall tropical rain trees.
“They must have been seeds too. I never realized that when I looked at them when a seed, that we were basically the same stuff! I never realized that I had it all within me, to reach out for the sun and stars and maybe touch them one day. And one day bear a fruit that would have a seed, so unaware of all the light it seeks, is within! I am…”
The thought was cut short by a goat that ate the plant before it realized. In one moment, it was gone. No thud, no slime, nothing. So much for touching stars. Quite literally, brought down to earth.
There was a void for the next few days. No thought; no being. It looked like there was something there once, that wasn’t anymore.
But the plant had taken root. The life was still there; the knowledge was not.
