Monday, June 29, 2015

Hope

It is said that time and space were the primal lovers and their marriage created the universe.Time and space existed even when the Creation was only a nascent idea. Deeply and inevitably in love with space, time had not other reason to exist. Cuddled in his infinite arms, she would playfully write and re write the laws of a world to be. With every rise of his bosom tiny moments would burst forth into eons and with every fall all possibilities would shrink to a moment.Time would playfully stretch her arms into the future and bring back souvenirs from a world yet to be created. He would only smile. Like a lightning the luminous smile appeared to outline the boundaries of the infinite.

Worlds were only possibilities then, bubbles that time created. All possibilities were there. All possible worlds co existed in her dreams. She would often take her lover to different worlds of future. There were worlds with rules of perfection and precision.Every moment was measured and would always lead to another fixed moment. Laws of causality was absolute. All things animate and inanimate were perfect.There was perfection but no harmony. There was no beauty because there was no ugliness, no joy because there was no misery. Among those worlds was a world very different. There were no laws. For no reason beautiful snow capped mountains would explode spilling ash and fire. Nurturing rivers would randomly spill hitherto infallible banks and spell destruction. People would love and hate at the same time. There was freedom to live, there was freedom to die, there was freedom to kill. This was the world that held space and time captive. The eternal lovers forgot the only inviolable law. They kissed, embraced, made love. They say that moment was outside the realms of possibilities.They broke the sanctioned sacrosanctness of marriage when they made love on the uninhabited peaks of mountains, depths of oceans, temples, brothels, virgin forests.

Time bore space a love child. Born of time's womb the laws of time did not apply to her. She learnt to walk holding time's hands travelling eons across past, present and future.In her father's arms she was every where, always. Absorbed in the delirious play of the child, time often forgot to pass. To hold her space would fold his hands from the extents of infinity.

The child was born before creation. Before space and time were meshed into the union of continuum. Before the sacred ritual of marriage was complete. She was born against the divine will. The lord could not sanction this. There could be nothing before the creation. There could either be the whole manifest world or just her. Her existence questioned his authority. There could be no way, the child had to cease to exist. She could not die as she was not born in time but of time.

Time was inconsolable. She implored the lord to make an exception, a tiny ripple in his preordained ocean of fixed rules, unchanging destinies.She wept moments pregnant with the possibilities of a universe yet to be. The lord relented. He let the child live !

The child lives today, mostly in the same world where she was conceived. We call her Hope.

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