A Bed-Time Story
The Hole
There once was a hole dug deep into the ground. It
wasn't a well... it never reached water. It wasn't a trap... nothing ever fell
into it. It wasn't a mine... nothing was ever found in it. It was just a hole,
deep, dark, and pointless.
When it was dug, there were such plans... water, gold, gems.... But it yielded nothing, just darkness.
One night, the moon, graceful and shining silver and blue, rose directly overhead. Its light reached down to the bottom of the hole, shining on every mote of dirt on the walls, every inch of stone. And, slowly, the hole filled. Not with water, not with gems, not with furs, but with the gentle light of the moon, soft and forever.
It filled to overflowing with the light, filled until it had no other choice... it began to spill out. And the bottom of the hole, because the hole had been beaten, began to rise from the depths, the hole becoming shallower and shallower, until, at last, the silver light of the moon shown down on level ground, a perfect circle of fresh dirt, ready and fertile for life and love.
And around that circle, a golden ring formed in the dirt. It represented all that circle of dirt had been, all it was, all it would become. A never ending cycle of life and love.
Not what you expected, was it?
When it was dug, there were such plans... water, gold, gems.... But it yielded nothing, just darkness.
One night, the moon, graceful and shining silver and blue, rose directly overhead. Its light reached down to the bottom of the hole, shining on every mote of dirt on the walls, every inch of stone. And, slowly, the hole filled. Not with water, not with gems, not with furs, but with the gentle light of the moon, soft and forever.
It filled to overflowing with the light, filled until it had no other choice... it began to spill out. And the bottom of the hole, because the hole had been beaten, began to rise from the depths, the hole becoming shallower and shallower, until, at last, the silver light of the moon shown down on level ground, a perfect circle of fresh dirt, ready and fertile for life and love.
And around that circle, a golden ring formed in the dirt. It represented all that circle of dirt had been, all it was, all it would become. A never ending cycle of life and love.
Not what you expected, was it?
Posted: Fri - April 20, 2007 at 11:55 PM
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