Cosmic Reencounter

Their love was so intense that God allowed them to be fused together and live as the same being, in a circle the size of a golden orange. They were unique and alone in the sight of the Creator. But one day, a creature who lived in the divine mind gave God a migraine and was allowed to burst out of divinity, along with an infinitude of stars. This creature orbited for a while around the sun, and finally landed on a planet called Earth. But it had to put an end to the golden orange, the uniqueness of love before the Creator, because it needed the services of each one of the lovers, to be able to land. Called to have a “function,” Time and Space felt forsaken by God and must split from each other to assist the weird new being whose existence put an end to their bliss. Like this being, each of the lovers started to orbit randomly in the cosmos, until hovering above Earth and, by a snap of God’s fingers, descend on our planet in unison with the “oddity” whose grounding they had to help. As it happened, Space collided with this “oddity”, was pushed under the latter’s feet, and stretched all over Earth. This was an occasion for the mentioned odd new being, who until then could only perceive whatever it was by intuition, to acquire eyes with which to see all that spatial extension external to him/her, as well as to size things up, to compare, and to doubt. But Time was unperceivable and invisible as if it had gone out of existence. Space started to miss it desperately and began to hate the creature to whom he was serving as ground. How could he, under that weight stepping on him, look for his other half, reestablish the golden orange, and recover their lost bliss? How long would that new creature need him? What about the love who he was separated from, what should be his function to that excrescence?

Unable to stop looking at the ski in the search for Time, his lover, Space began to feel plants growing over him, raging waters rising on him, inundations here and there. Captive and said in his eternal search, he was indifferent to all that.

He also felt the other animals over him, and the creature, who was very hairy, behaved like those animals, who had also eyes to see the skin of space under their paws and to look at all the other beings. They attacked to eat each other, for they couldn’t act beyond what one of them eventually, in later times, named “instinct”. Still indifferent to all of that, Space’s comfort was to obey God, but he couldn’t help longing to return to the communion with Time. In his relentless search, in barely noticed when the creature and its descendants, the only beings who walked on two legs, became aware of the difference between past and future, cause and effect.

They walked in groups, and sometimes, they would hold sticks and slender, sharp pieces of stone that at first seemed to make no sense, but on following moments would be driven against some animal, causing it to fall on the ground and be devoured by those groups. Since then, it didn’t take long for Space to feel over himself, constructions those creatures started to build. One of them had already noticed that when the seeds of fruits fall on earth, they germinated and became more fruits that the discoverer of it and her folks could eat. It was also discovered that grass gave rise to more grass with which they could feed the animals they themselves would eat.

They were soon able to stack fruits and eatable animals for the future, and, becoming free from the task of immediately searching for food, they became sedentary and capable to develop other activities. Diversification of their work gave rise to civilization, and the first cities were erected over the body of space. But still indifferent to all that “mess”, he continued to look at the stars from where he’d fallen and to cry out for his lover.

In the eternal moment he still thought he lived, albeit incomplete because of the split between Time and himself, he took no notice about becoming and about the deterioration that resulted from it and would take hold of everything over him. He was still indifferent and finding comfort in his service to God, but he could not stop longing for returning to the golden orange with his lover, and calling him:

“Time! Where are you? Come back to me! Let’s recover our union in the golden orange!”

With no answer, he looked down in dismay at his own body, over which all those beings lived, and realized that now and then a creature would be in a gelid immobility while his or her peers cried around, before they dug the earth and threw him or her into a hole.

“How unfortunate they are” he thought, “Why did God want me to help them? Why did I become useful? To make my lover happy, all I need was to be myself in sync with him, instead of serving as ground and extension! We were God’s jewel, His real mirror. But when he permitted the creature to burst out of His mind, the stars came out of the split between me and Time and this explosion was eventually called “The Big Bang” by one of those creatures Soon after, or, maybe, eons later, who knows, the creature needed me to land and I never saw my lover again.”, Space thought, at the peak of his sadness.

Out of respect for the Creator, he didn’t dare to question the meaning of all that, but unable to conform, he started to wish for something that until then was unknown to him: an end to that situation.

“If those creatures finish” he thought as he saw a group crying around someone totally still, inside a hole “All of this also has to end! And Time, my beloved, will return to our communion as the golden orange, the only love that reflects God!”

With renewed energy, he cried to Time:

“Have you become insensitive to me or did you go deaf? Why can’t you answer my calling? Have those bipeds enslaved you? Why can’t I see you?”

It was then that, during a subtle change that Space could notice in one of the creatures, in the moment when a strand of white hair showed up in his or her head, a ghostly voice was heard, from the heart of that creature:

“You can’t see me because I am invisible!”

“What? Is it really my love speaking?”

“I live inside everything and this is the reason I cannot be seen”, was Time’s distant answer.

“What has then been your use to these strange beings?”

“While you are their ground, I am their passing by, it was God who wanted it this way! In fact, one of those creatures God liked, a philosopher called Immanuel Kant, determined that I am their inner form of immediate perception of the world, and you are the outer form of this same perception. But they are so crazy that the speed of the vehicles they keep inventing is reducing you and me at the same time!”

“How come?”

“It is shortening the distances between points of the earth and therefore shortening also the hours or minutes that used to be necessary to get from one to the other. As a consequence, it is shrinking the planet, of which you became the skin of, more and more. I guess they think, that this way, they will be able to reach omnipresence and omniscience by finally throwing you and me out of the picture!”

“You are so intelligent!” Space said with pride. “Do you think that if they managed this, we will go back to our original communion?”

“I don’t think so, because that will only happen when all the stars in the universe reach that same communion!”

“But why? Why has the Creator wanted it this way? Why has He separated us to serve those creatures?”

“You are so intelligent!” Space admitted with pride. “Do you know why God wanted it this way?”

“He did it to transform the distance and splitting from all creatures and stars in the possibility of return to Him!”

“There would be no need of it, had God not even allowed them to burst out of his divine mind!”

“There would, because only by allowing them to err and become distant from Him, they’d be able to return and only by returning, they’d have the chance of redemption, of knowing and really loving their Creator, instead of just living in symbiosis with Him. For until then, they lived in ignorance and took for granted their union with the divine mind!”

“Had they continued to live in ignorance, we’d never be separated!” lamented Space.

“But we knew our bliss, and they didn’t theirs, do you get why?”

“I don’t think so!”

“Because Marcel Proust, another creature among them who God favored, realized that for men, which is their official, collective name, the real paradises are those they have lost!”

“A rediscovery, then…”

“Yes, and it will be the same for us. Our bliss, when we return to our communion, will be so much greater that we and all the stars that popped out of our separation will never need to be apart ever again! We will be God’s reflection and delight!”