My Own Creation Myth (Origin
Myth)
A
long, long time ago, when time had no naming convention, there was an old,
lonely god, whose self reliance was decaying.
He was stunned at his magical powers that could give birth to such an amazing
series of worlds, all different from the other, but there was something missing
in this vast landscape of choices where to rejoice his sight.
He had one desertic world where scorpions, snakes, and gracious meerkats,
always lurking, guarding, and looking for dangers coming from every angle, were
also waiting for an imminent danger, despite apparently being, as uneasy as
always.
Three meerkats, spotted three upcoming rare clouds, being ridden by three
little beings never seen before.
They, as ever, ran to their burrows, when all of a sudden, three thunders
ripped the peaceful quietness of the falling sunset.Our story's craftsman, Originator, was observing from the distance his three
little new demiurges, who were redecorating all landscapes, even I dare to say,
he gave them licence to overhauling everything.
There, he finally saw something he had not thought about ever, so he went
closer to see it, touch it, smell it, and delightfully approaching his 3 sons,
he inquired about it: what is this thing? His three sons answered in a choir
concert of different 3 high, low, and medium pitches, tunes, and color voices:
We call it S No.
Why S No? Asked Originator.
Because an S is never straight, and so is our S No.
But then, why to call it No right after?
Because it cannot be out, unless the overall temperature is of Zero (This
number means No, if to your left, is of NO value).
Uhum, Originator said to himself.
His sons went on: S is one of the 3 letters whose frequency is really high, and
our S No comes from the heights.
T
hey added: The S No is unique because we created every S No Flake singular, No
one has a pair or mirroring.
Oh, my kids! I am so proud of you! Originator said. You gave
me a new thing to
enjoy with: Singular, so cold, so splendid and S No is its name.
And this is how S No was born and with the times, it turned into Snow because language is an alive thing.
Those
3 playful semigods went on coliding the clouds, and soon, thunders started once
again… this was maybe the beginning of the first thunderstorm ever….but this is
another story.
The
End of the Beginning!
By Miss Odilia Pérez
E.L.A. Teacher
