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Post by Admin on May 3, 2024 13:30:28 GMT
Every culture has at least one story about the creation of the world and universe. Some cultures has several stories because their religion and briefs have branched out in different sects over time. And we can't forget Science, of course, which tries to come up with an answer as well, based on the facts we find and our interpretation of them at the time. If there is one conclusion that can be drawn beyond all doubts, it is that humanity as a species exhibits parallels in their stories and sciences across all cultures, lands, and beliefs.
Therefore it makes sense for us to gather all the stories together instead of selecting just one. If you know of an origin story for the planet, for the universe as we know, please feel invited to share and add to our growing collection. And if you do not know of an origin story, perhaps you'd like to read one from this growing collection. And if it moves you, please feel free to leave your impression as a comment on the associated story.
Let the Origin Stories begin....
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Post by scyquin on May 17, 2024 13:47:57 GMT
The woman and the spoon
A very long time ago there lived a woman in a small wooden house at the edge of a pond. One particular day, she decided to make soup and taking out one of her largest metal pots, she set it over the fire. Then she went about gathering the ingredients, fresh water and a fish from the pond. From her garden she gathered carrots, peppers, spices, and mushrooms. She added the water to the pot first and then began to prepare the fish and spices. Those went in next followed by cleaned and prepared vegetables. Because when the woman makes a soup, she makes the very best soup. The flavors are always blended, lifting into the air and filling her small wooden house with a delicious warmth for days.
The soup came together, and the woman reached her for wooden spoon to stir the pot. With a contented sigh the spoon says, "This is my favorite part."
The pot speaks up too and agrees. The woman chuckles and tells them both that everything about making soup is her favorite part. The spoon wrinkles a bit with confusion, "What do you mean? Arent I the best part? I keep everything moving, and in the end you will kiss me a hundred times as you drink soup from me." The woman looked down at the spoon and puzzled for a bit as it continued on. "To be the spoon is the greatest! Didn't you know? Why even the pot was created to be stirred by the spoon!"
The woman looked at the pot and back at the wooden spoon and offered her insight, "Surely you can see how the pot has so many different uses beyond making soup?" The pot smiled but kept quiet as it remembered helping with washing water, carrying clean and dirty clothes, and even the occasional echoing song. But the spoon, linear in its design, could see nothing beyond its own path and smacked the woman. "You cannot survive without me!" it proclaimed.
The woman thought on this for a moment before picking up the spoon and smiling. "You are right. The soup is too hot, and I need a spoon." Then she tossed the wooden spoon into the fire and said, "I guess its time to make a new spoon. I wish they didn't wear out so quickly."
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