Sense the beginning of time, the moon has circled the Earth with it’s loving orbit, never turning it’s back on Earth, watching over it like a gaurdian. The people of Earth came to reconize the nightly visitor, regailed in it’s presence and mourned it’s absence as it circled the surface of the world. The people of the world made celebrations and cerimonies to the moon, they offered up their crops and their prayers- all this reached the surface of the moon and a spiritual mist covered the face of the moon. Out of this mist, matter began to solidify. Particles came from this mystical fog, fused together forming buildings and a city and a kingdom. The people of this misty white world mimiced the Gods that inhabited Earth, living as they lived and worshipped the people there. “It was by their will, not ours,” said the wisest of them, “that we came into exsitance.”
The mist spread though out the surface of the moon, just as the Earth people began to make discoveries and set their eyes to the sky and marvel at the sights there, not with a fear of a godly wrath but a curiousity of what else lay up there, beyond the clouds. The mist of the moon traveled to it’s back, away from Earth. The mist and man’s marveling created a being of no self-consiousness. The being saw around itself ,but not itself. It saw the planets all far away and the stars further away. It saw the moons and how they encircled their planets and it made the creature wonder where it’s planet was. This being had concluded that since it would not see nor understand anything of itself, than it must be the very moon itself; it’s consciousness.

The Consciousness found itself with a great lonliness setting in and wondered, as it looked out at star clusters and planets and their moons, if it had a counter part. Perhaps there was something wrong and for Its creatation came after the creation of the physical moon, that it was sure off. Perhaps the Concious awoke after going out of orbit with Its planet. The Consciousness glided again across the face off the moon to it’s horizons where a brilliant bright light shined with the glory of the sun. As It approched the light it flew up Its hand to block the light. Than paused. Hands? What is this? It looked down at it’s own hands, why had It never seen that before? More into the light, the floating became a stop and go pace, It looked down and it saw legs and feet. toes and to nails, hands and fingers. Than a torso to go with it all; slender and sleek. Flesh over this form was a glowing grey, the darkness It was so used to dyed Its skin black and turned it gray in the glowing light of the face of the moon.
Out of the light came another figure, a mirror image of It. It stood still in wonderment at the Other approched. Other’s form was draped in a white gown that glistened as the world around them. “Look at yourself!” Said the other. “What would the Gods say, to a naked form wondering about. Take this garment and cloth yourself, as the Gods have shown us how.” It took the spare white garment and drapped it over It self in mimic of the Other. “What Gods?” It asked. “What Gods? The Gods there! The Ones who made You, and Me, and our Kingdom!” Other was very annoyed with It’s ignorence, and pointed a finger to the heavens at a blue and green gem floating above them. “That is the home of the Gods. Youre ignorence must be known- to the Court with you!”

Before the vast assemply of glowing white people, It felt fear for the first time. This sensation was similar to wonder and curiousity it previously knew, only now amplified with a sense that these people meant to do It harm. This all was too different from the world It knew.

CREED - STANDARDS - FATE

A Creed, is more like a law that everyone has to follow. This law is set up by generations of development and revolution. This is what is expected. Expected of people, expected as the natural way the world should run. SHOULD is a key word. a Creed is defined as “A system of belief, principles, or opinions.” Though the most common place to find the term “creed” is in religion. My point is not religious. My point is: Society has expectations. Society is represented by the mass of people as one, including/lead by political representative as well as ethical and unethical human reasoning.

Standards are “an object that under specified conditions defines, represents, or records the magnitude of a unit”. In order to fulfill your Creed/Expectations, you must physically, mentally, emotionally rise to the expectations being met. My point? Not everyone can do that. Everyone, individually, can not met the standards set by the “norm”. An example: A student living in poverty may do poorly in a class he is expected to get an A in because every night he comes home to another family argument. If one is to be judged in how they are vs. how they are suppose to be, the standards’ factors answers the “why” question that connects the two.

“The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred” —George Santayana, A Spanish-American philosopher of life and destiny. If Creed is what Should be than Fate is what was Meant to be. If everyone was a successful business man, who would there to work in the mills? If every student got straight A’s, than what would our economy look like, if everyone all qualified to the CEO job? I’m not going to argue a predestined force having control over our lives; nor will I argue nature vs. nurture. I do stand on the threshold of things that are meant to be because of our complexity as human beings. Weather if we do or do not met the standards and fulfill our Creeds, we stand as what is in all reality, without expectations. This is what we are, when we have met, or fell shy of, the expectations at hand. example: I got a job, been here for a while, and they want me to be a manager. I do not have the competence in myself to completely know what i am doing to be a manager, despite that i put on a good show of being management material because i wish to be noticed. 2nd Example: I am good at what I do, I understand what is being asked of me, I know how to use what has been given me (knowledge, materials, etc. ) I am pleased to have the chance.

I consider myself to be a fatalist kind of woman, I accept what is and i move on. Crying or worrying about things are not going to make them any better. Does that in essence mean I live a stress free life? No. But the mindset helps. Not everyone is in control of their lives. Again, I am not arguing religion, I am standing on the point that when you have a bowl fill of ants, one of those ants is getting stepped on by the one on top of the one on top of him. I understand, as a person, there are things expected of me, and I seek to answer the call of the conflicts that pop up. It gets hard, I’ve cried and mourned and fought, but along the way, you can’t help by uncover a few things about yourself. From when I was a kid to a teenager, I felt like I was doomed to be alone with loser friends or a bleak personality. I was expected to be a social, smart individual. I met the standards the best I could, and the result was nothing more than what it was meant to be. I did what I did and there’s nothing in the world that’s going to change it. Now the best part about this, is that the cycle doesn’t end there, it continues on until the end of your life. (Yes, back to the circle/revolution theme from earlier, didn’t think I could end without the cliche, did you? Yup.) Creeds are always changing. There are those that are static, like morals and ethical reasoning, than there are some like the role at a job or at home as a husband or wife or child.

Mythology Reference:

The story of Daphne and Apollo comes to mind. Eros, aka Cupid, struck Apollo with the golden arrow of Love and struck Daphne, a forest nymph, with a lead-tipped arrow, preventing her from ever feeling Love. Apollo chased after the girl until she called upon the gods for help, unto which she was transformed into a tree. The Creed for Apollo is that he should have this nymph for his own. The creed for Daphne is that Apollo should leave her in peace. The standards are pushing eachother back and forth like opposing ends of a magnet. Until, Daphne is transformed into a tree- the Fate. The story goes back to the Creed, a creed of ethics, one can not love someone if they are nothing loved in return. That is the expectations. If you were to pursue this anyway, as a way of falling short to the standard, your fate would be that of a broken heart. OR love can come from the ashes of burnt desire. Again, nothing is predestined, but any line of event in one’s life, with all the chaos that surrounds the happenings in one’s life, can fall into the same formula. Creed - Standard - Fate.