then and now

There was a time that all saw. All were blessed with empathy and the sight. The sacred sight. Sacred now because it is gone. Because it is a myth. It is believed only by a select few that have been deemed or would be, if others knew what they thought. But what they believe to be true, is nothing but that. It is the truth. The truth that most have chosen to ignore.

There was a time when all saw. All had been blessed with empathy and the sight. There was a time there was peace. Harmony. Bliss. Coupling was peaceful. Habitation was harmonious. Birthing was painfully blissful.

And then that story took a turn like all human stories must. It stood on the crossroads of continuation and change. And because humanity cannot sit still in one place, they chose left. Had they chosen right, they would have continued to reap the benefits of this heaven. But they chose wrong. And the Master of Whispers took them down a rose scented, gilded path lined with nothing but beauty. They were blinded.

There was a time when all had seen. They had been blessed with empathy and the sight. But then they listened to the master of whispers. They made their choice. They chose wrong. Now empathy remains. But they choose to suppress it. For like Zeus before them, who feared the power of a human whole, these halves of a full being fear half of their identity. Empathy. Emotion. They choose to suppress it. To act on their urges. Like animals. Those creatures they saw from above. Because now, they are no better.

There was a time when all had seen. They had been blessed with empathy and the sight. Then they chose to stray. Now they fear their empathy. The Master of Whispers showed them the most beautiful things. Food that smelled so delicious, your mouth watered. Residences that seemed palatial to them. Appendages on their halves seemed more tempting than ever. But when they bit into those morsels, they tasted like dust. When they lived in those houses, they didn’t feel like homes. When they embraced their lovers, they felt disgusted. The Master of Whispers told them to keep trying. They did. Mind you, these were not beings. These were the smartest that had ever been created. They chose to follow what he said. He is not to blame. He told them to keep trying. So they did. And sure enough, the food tasted wonderful. Sure enough, those empty houses felt nice. Peaceful. Sure enough, riding others gave them a frenzied ecstasy. Soon, they forgot what food was supposed to taste like. What living with their brethren was supposed to feel like. What being united as one in the throes of passion was supposed to be. Soon, they turned a blind eye to what they had left behind. Human resiliency is a blessing and a curse.

There was a time when all had seen. They had been blessed with empathy and the sight. They chose to bury their feelings. They chose to not see what was in front of them. Now they are weak and blind.