This is the creation tale from the self-help book I am currently writing '
illustrated Theory of Stink: The fairytale of
personal empowerment'
. . enjoy:
PRINCIPLE ONE:
LEARN TO CREATE OR LEARN TO LOVE THE
CREATIONS OF OTHERS
The first principle is in fact the most
important principle. In our world
today there is nothing that is taken for granted as much as art. The irony of this being that art is the
basis of all things that humanity has ever contributed to this earth. Using the logic that it is claimed we
all possess, try and rationalize now. Would there be language were there no cave drawings? Were there no language would the
sciences exist, no science would there be medicine? This tree can go on forever
and ever. Why? The root is art, the root is creation,
more so the desire to create and the need to understand the creations of
others.
Sometime a very long time ago, mankind
decided that it wasn’t content living and dying without leaving something for
others to learn from. Somehow
connecting himself to the future through more than just procreation. And thus the first cave drawing is
made. This is a level of
human development and growth. The
desire to exist beyond the confines of your current shell. This is the realm of Gives Stink
Through Rhythm, through her this need is affirmed. Not many people know this, but she used to be a pretty drab
girl. Downright dour.
Day in and day out she would remake the
same landscapes, the sun would come up and it would go down. There were no seasons then, no concept
of temperature or even feeling.
The place moved like an automaton not being driven by anything, not
being halted and not truly living at all. Disheartened she would float through
the Universe without a form, without the very will to actually sustain
one. Just a lifeless lump of stink
that could’ve been more.
The Great One of the Most Stink saw
this and knew then and there that this creature must be given a renewed lease
on being. She was stifled, chained
by the bounds of her own lack of limitations. Somehow, yes, somehow, she must
be set free. This became the greatest puzzle and ultimately the only one that
ever really mattered when all was said and done. How, oh how? How do you free a
creature that has no bounds except for the ones of their own making?
The rationale was surprisingly simple. Since
the Great One of the Most Stink sees and knows all past, present and future the
answer was discovered while observing the odd earthbound creature known as a
cat. It was in essence the problem of herding cats. Cats don’t herd well
because they have no similar tendencies other than the state of being a
cat. And being a cat means that
the utmost concerns are self reliance and comfort. Cats are most self reliant and comfortable when they are
being true to their natures’.
Which relates directly to appeasing all matter of ‘in the moment’
discoveries. Cats pay attention to anything they please which means they pay
attention to everything making a day an exhausting endeavor. But cats are free
from the machinations of their limitless perspectives. Why? Because at no point and time do
they let everything they can do get in the way of actually doing it.
She was drab and dour, never knowing
when, where or even how to start. The problem with being without limitations is
that there is no form to assume.
There is no criteria for right or wrong, there is no justification for
up or down. There is just the is,
just the void. There is no comfortable spot. But couldn’t you make it? With a wide array of everything available on your plate the
plate can have nothing at all or everything you want. Choices must be made.
So the Great One gave her a task, a
simple, simple task. Build me
place, a place where all color lives, build me a place where all thought is
alive, build me a place where fanciful creatures strive, build me a place where
anything can survive.
With the chant ringing in her being,
giving life to her form she gave herself hands so she could shape these
creatures, she built herself eyes so she could see the colors. She gave herself legs to move through
the terrain, she gave herself a back to support her legs, she gave herself arms
to move her hands, gave herself a head to hold her eyes, put the head on a neck
so she look away as she worked, gave herself a nose to smell the life. And finally she gave herself a voice to
make it all sing.
With this voice she declared the first
principle.
To
exist is to create, I create my own existence.
First there was rain, water fell from the
sky, then came the winds to move it as she saw fit, on to warmth, cold, brisk
and dusk. Then the stars the
heavens, moons and mass. Leave it
open for more things to inhabit as I comprise.
This loosed the beast of creation into
the Universe, the void rapidly filling with wonders untold. She carried on and on creation after
creation. Her worlds multiplied
and compounded straining into and out of each other without rhyme or reason.
What was dark became light and quiet had sound, motion stopped and the still
covered ground.
PRINCIPLE TWO:
THERE IS NO PURPOSE TOO GREAT OR TOO
SMALL, MAKE IT YOUR OWN
But why the creation of others? Such a question that it confounds why
would the creations of others hold any weight when one can create all. She who Gives Stink Through Rhythm found
this a conundrum that she could not get around. She was greedy with creation taking it on as her realm and
hers alone. Her creations had
actions repercussions and sequences that she ignored for the sake of always
creating more. The nature of creation is forward never backward. Creation is not a stability, it is a
wave, motion moving forward an undulating reaction. Her creations had creations, their own changes to
document. Soon the place was much too
crowded. Things interacted in
unintelligible ways. They bumped
and bruised they clashed and strained.
The Great One observed what was
unwittingly wrought. She was free, too free and now had boundaries in another
way. She needed a level, a place a
function to see to. The idea was
to free her of all inhibitions and here she was now prisoner to one. Fear of stopping, of creation ending.
She had no concept of temperance, no thought for progression. An end in being a
reason to start over and a reason to stop.
The Great One pulled from the gnashing
the clashing and grating. Pulled
from the bumping, the grinding the bruising. Given form from conflict a mate to
see to these ends. Thus He Who Reeks of Intent is born. The job was simple and
they were bound as one. For every
mess is made let your will make it undone. No one knew more of the need for
balance and temperance than he, the creation from the void of imbalance. Filled
with purpose and scope, scale and desire, He Who Reeks of Intent created
Plan. He was swift and sharp as he
held her in check, so well balanced they were, his force she couldn’t reject.
Where she was creation changing and streaming, he was solidarity, the
foundation for beginning.
He told her truthfully what the issue
was with her endless creation. No
rhyme or reason, no path no course, such a foolish design. There must be a
plan. To make a plan there must be
intent and intent is the consequence of purpose. What end does your creation see to?
She was confused and torn not
understanding the line of questioning. Purpose was a word that held no sway
over her mind, no consequence to her creation. But he insisted, what is the purpose to your creation? He pointed to a cloud buzzing with
lightening and rain. This creation of yours knows what to do, it sees to its end
and gives reason to. He pointed to the grass that grew on the land, then to the
animal that grazed on it there.
There must be purpose no matter how big
or how small it is the responsibility of each creation to make it, its own.
Saddled behind her they moved through the
Universe. He shifted her spaces
and closed her holes, he connected her dots and even fastened her clothes.
There was a small hole that he didn’t close he left to be open. She argued why would he leave it
so. He closed all her others, connected
dots and shifted her worlds. Why this hole, why is it so special not to be
closed. So tiny it is it couldn’t
really matter. So tiny it is why
would it not just go. He had been
waiting for this knowing she would demand that he explain.
This hole is open because it is too
small to allow passage, it’s open because it has no connection to
anything. This hole is too tiny to
do anything but be. It is a
reminder that sometimes creation is its own purpose and reason. Creation has to be respected whether
done by you or me. This hole is
the whole, the signature on the piece.
She didn’t understand the course the
feeling behind his words. They
seemed foreign and tense. He told
her the way that the Great One created him. We are bound one and the same, I am of you and you are of
me. To deny any of you is to cut away from all of me.
PRINCIPLE THREE:
ONLY A LIFE LIVED FOR OTHERS IS A LIFE
WORTH LIVING
The Great One watched the couple that
strife had created. The woman
confused by the nature of the bounds they shared. So there would be a being that would show her the way. One much like her living to create but
in a different way. From the
symphony created by the swirling planets and stars she was formed seated on a
comet, hair blazing with the tail, One To Stink for All blazed across the stars
in front of the couple. Without
thought or consequences she came up to the hole and placed a strand of her hair
there making it a star.
They only watched the spectacle as she
flew on by. By then He Who Reeks
of Intent thought it odd enough to ask.
This had not been part of the plan. And he couldn’t reverse the actions done by this new beast.
It served no purpose, it left nothing in its place. Why would you leave a part
of yourself there? Doesn’t it
belong to you with you?
With a smile and a laugh that echoed
thorough the abyss she chastised him as silly. We are all one, one and all I am you and you are me, where
you are big I am tall. I span this
plane in every breath, I span this space in every spot. I see you there and see me there all
holding firm. Where I to go you go
with me whether you want to or not. I exist because you do and the opposite is
true.
To
destroy you I destroy myself so I must give to you.
She Who Gives Stink Through Rhythm finally
understood. Creation needs purpose
but purpose needs giving without both there is no creation. The song of creation hummed through her
as the words from this new entity vibrated in the corners of the universe. He
Who Reeks with Intent contemplated her oddly. So is this part of the plan? He wondered. Creation then plan so that it is prepared to be
gifted. As I give unto her I give
onto me, as I am the same as she before me, I am the same as she is far away
from me.
PRINCIPLE FOUR:
IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO LEARN WITHOUT
LISTENING
Gives Stink Through Rhythm called for
He Who Reeks of Intent to be silent letting the song of One To Stink for All
ring clearly in the distance. Without a thought they both moved to find the
source of the song. She was
somewhere near yet far echoing along.
There was something more they needed to know from her. Something else her song was trying to
say. The message was clear yet unspoken, almost like a wisp of air. They followed far and long and
eventually caught up to her. As
she sang she built, pulling locks from her hair, parts of her arms, patches of
her legs, bits from her comet and finally the largest piece from deep within
her chest. She stacked and shaped, clumped and dumped as she sang to herself.
If
you want to learn a song you must listen to it play
If
you want to hum the words you must know what they say
If
you want to stay in pitch you must find the proper key
If
you want to sing it well you must know the melody
If
you want to do it right you must think in symphony
If
you want to make your own song you must embrace harmony
Because
the only way to make a song is in synergized unity
Let
creation and purpose meld with giving for the sacred trinity
You understand, she asked.
You
can’t know until you learn and you can’t learn something that you aren’t
listening to.
They watched as he was born, Stink That
Stands Alone. One To Stink for All
sang a song to grant him life:
So
that someone always knows the song of unity
I
build you now with my parts of dubious impunity
As I
always sing I need someone who always hears
As we
are one, I’ll be your voice if you will be my ears
As I
move through this plane shall you stand still
Learning
is a thing of balance not a trial of will
Listen
to the lessons being sung in this open space
Let
the song of harmony state and declare your grace
They watched as he shook off the
stardust and debris. Standing tall
and firm he nodded to the three.
The couple that strife produced regarded him loosely as One Who Stinks
for All continued on her way.
Leave him be, she said as she left,
he’ll always be as he is listening to every breath. When you forget the song because you’re lost in your own
creations, he’ll be the one to make sure it’s sung no matter the occasion.
PRINCIPLE FIVE:
APPRECIATION IS THE SINCEREST FORM OF
LOVE
The Great One of the Most Stink was
pleased with the helpful addition made by One Who Stinks for All. The mistress of unity was correct and
yet short sighted on one simple avenue.
With the rate of which she gave herself away for the cause what would
happen when she was all used up?
This was an instance The Great One knew could not happen. Knowing they were ready to create a being
that would help, The Great One turned to the couple strife created to see what
they had learned.
She will burn out in time, she is too
sparse with her parts, she doesn’t create more she just shifts what’s there.
Was what Gives Stink Through Rhythm told her purposeful mate. What we need is a plan to balance her
out, a place that repairs all that she’s forgotten about was his reply. Is it
necessary to rhyme, asked Gives Stink Through Rhythm. No got caught up in her ambiance, He Who Reeks of Intent
admitted.
So the couple pondered on just what to
create. They thought long and hard
about what would make things right.
They thought of what they learned.
Creation, with purpose became a gift to bestow on others. There must be
balance and unity, they must know all parts of the song and appreciate all that
put forth the effort to make it possible. The being that they created would
have to be respectful, understanding, compassionate and more than anything else
appreciative.
What do you appreciate about me, Gives
Stink Through Rhythm asked her mate. He answered without hesitation, Your
creations. And you me? Your
purpose. With this in mind they
took parts of her creation instincts, combined with a section of his focus, foundation
and creation with the lessons learned about harmony. She sang the song and he joined in as they took the parts
from all around them and as they watched One That Stinks For All had done
before they fashioned creature from nothing. The creature was still and didn’t move, and they stared
wondering what to do. The song that always sang became higher pitched Stink
That Stands Alone looked pointedly at the couple and with a slight gesture
pointed to his own chest.
What is the song about, Gives Stink
Through Rhythm asked. Love was his
answer. They pulled the new being closer and as one they pulled from their
selves and thrust it into the other. Newly born this creature cried in out in
her first breath.
Only
through love is appreciation gained and only through love can it live.
The new creature built was a salve to
the place in ways that creation and purpose couldn’t be. She rearranged matter, developed time
and gave the space leniency. Sharps were blunted and straights would bend, the
healing spray of diplomacy. Creation had longevity and would sustain. Plans had a pace that they followed and
would maintain. The song was clearly timed and paced, the melody so very clear
now. She swopped and dipped
dancing lively to the new found sound. Strings flew from her fingertips
connecting here and now. They even
flew behind her to capture what had passed.
PRINCIPLE SIX:
LET THE PAST REMAIN WHERE IT IS
Pleased with themselves the couple
enjoyed their creation. They
watched in humble acceptance of the things that changed. But soon it wasn’t enough for Gives
Stink Through Rhythm to watch. She
grew restless and bored watching her creation have all of the fun. So she stared creating again as she had
before foolishly done. Because he
was enrapt with their newest gift, He Who Reeks of Intent didn’t even notice.
It wasn’t till the new creation began to cry in earnest did he pause to see
what has so distressed this lovely creation of theirs.
Then he saw what had happened to break
their creations heart. The
careless disregard for what she had created as Gives Stink Through Rhythm
systematically destroyed it. Her
lines were breaking and her balance was ending. Time was morphing and disarray was happening. He Who Reeks of Intent became solemn,
not sure how to combat this problem.
It seemed inevitable that as soon as this stopped it would just begin
again. Then he noticed that silently from his post, One Who Stinks Alone was
offering him a hand.
He looked into the hand of the one who
would never speak and took the offering that he presented to lay at their
feet. I see now, he thought as the
cries grew deafening behind him. There has to be another creation that tells us
of the past. One that lets us know
what we can’t repeat what has come and gone. The true path and plan should go forward never back.
He looked at the offering that came
from One Who Stinks Alone himself and added in his memories of what had come
before. He sealed it up with his
will so that it didn’t leave. In
this creature would be the pain he had been breed in. In this being is the pain creation can wreck. It would know
the song and know the words because of the one who always listens. He added the will to harm those who
refused to hear. Force upon them
the very pain that they stand to inflict.
In this way and only this way will there be balance.
He rose like a wraith such a frightful
creature, his feature dark and countence untenable. He went to Gives Stink
Through Rhythm and she immediately stopped. She jerked once and fell into a stupor. He turned to the other who was crying
still and gave her much the same.
He then went through methodically and rendered everything new. As they woke each one they knew what
had passed, time was in place again and they were repentant of their crimes.
The couple regarded their creation
feeling shameful for their acts.
So selfish was their thoughts they hadn’t even bothered to give her a
name, thus she was dubbed for all time Stink Which Carries On.
As for the other they couldn’t explain.
The Great One knew only he would be able to name him. This creature they fostered was necessary. A creation in response to a creation.
Only the Great One had the concept of the past, created when Stink Which
Carried On made time. So he dubbed
this new beast What Once Stunk Stinks Again. He knew his name and answered instantly.
Don’t
forget your past just leave it where it lies
The past belongs in the place it was
breed, a mistake now gone that generates wisdom instead. None of the others
knew what this past was, they merely understood that the activities they
participated in made terrible options.
They knew that they didn’t want these things to happen again. No regret just knowledge of what not to
do. They carried it with them so that they would never forget this pain from
what they did.
PRINCIPLE SEVEN:
BELIEVE IN SOMETHING WITH THE WHOLE OF
YOUR BEING
The Great One of the Most Stink admired
what had been created. Everything
was accounted for save the one thing that they all had so they didn’t
miss. Grace. With this in mind, the others were
beseeched and each made an offering from the depths of their beings. The thing that they believed in most,
Creation, Purpose, Giving, Listening, Appreciating, Rectifying and they put it
together to bestow to the far reaches of the Universe. The Great One merely blew over it and
out she sprang fully formed, the things they believed in most, the Stink That
Will Not Die, their sweet pungent Stink of Ages. Like newly formed light she infused the others with all that
she was, the peak of all of their wills combined. Through this they were fortified, joined and made
whole. Each realm connected joined
from the couple that strife created to the unsavory valleys of deeds gone
past. From the tendrils binding
all together to the singing and listening to the song of creation.
She observed all around her and
declared for all to hear.
All
you believe in with all of your being makes me the best of you
