“Eventually some of these evolved creatures noticed their cup and tried to fill them. After even more time, some ventured onto the mountain. It was rocky and steep. There were many perils. A wrongly placed foot or hand and the creature would topple down the path and even fall from the mountain entirely. Many died on the mountain as on the plain. Never reaching the top or realising their purpose.
“Those that didn't die on the way up the mountain, extracted learning. When that happened, they observed that their thimble sized cup got slightly bigger. They found it could hold more of the droplets. The creatures also found they could help others up the paths, and that that act of sacrifice also increased the size of the cup. This all gave them the incentive to keep trying.
“Over time paths were added. And then interlinking ladders and ropes for support. And, they eventually got to the top.
“Once at the top they realised and completed their purpose, in the same moment. They saw both the meaning of the toil on the plain and the toil of the climb. As life left them, they merged the contents of their cup into the orb. In that final moment they also saw all that the orb contained, all the wisdom of the universe. They fulfilled their purpose.
“As time passed and to move things along, the creator left further treasure, or mysteries. These were miniscule, well-hidden, and only discoverable by those who had devoted a lifetime to climbing the mountain. The mysteries opened a creature’s eyes to the design. This would cause them to delay their final ascent. Instead they would choose to stay on the mountain a little longer, sharing the knowledge of this treasure, helping others make the climb and ensuring their cup was completely full before they reached the top and completed their purpose.
“Climbing the mountain was not only a risky business, but it was something that had to be done over and over again. Creatures still had to maintain their bodies. They still had to return to the plain to work and toil. This enabled them to create the means for which they could nourish their bodies and then return to the climb, day after day.
“The creatures also discovered that there were no shortcuts. Only those that walk the path themselves ever made it to the top. Only those that climbed the mountain under their own steam, got to touch the orb and obtain the riches.
“Many felt the climb was too hard compared to the comforts on the plain. These creatures chose to embrace the plain and entertain themselves to pass their time.
Some felt cheated by those who were making the climb. They would block their path. Spread lies. Do what they could to prevent others from filling their cups.
At times, the number of detractors would swell and they would wreak havoc on the mountain’s paths. Tearing down the ropes and ladders, and slaughtering the helpers on the mountains. These black spots in the course of time would eventually correct as sufficient believers stood up and fought back.
“Some tried to cheat the system. They built great structures using other creatures. They used the resources on the plain to reenforce the structures. They used the structures to propel themselves high into the Sky so they could reach the orb. It never worked. Eventually the structures would collapse. As the structures grew in height and the prize appeared near, those close to the top would jostle for position. As they did that, they put more and more weight and pressure on those below. The resulting instability would bring the structures down before any creature got close enough to the orb.”
Teacher paused for a moment, looking at both Marr and Luna.
Then she continued, “for those that turn their back on the climb, life becomes a meaningless toil, even with comforts to distract them. For these a different end awaits. At the last moment, when their time is up, they will see the design and realise the folly of their choices. Their cup will shatter as their body is no more, and anything contained within the cup is recycled back into the sky to rain down again.
“For those creatures that embrace the responsibility gifted to them by the Creator, riches await. Their choice to toil both on the plain and on the mountain, is rewarded. In engaging in the Creator’s Experiment, they earn the right to know all the wisdom of the universe.”
With the story shared, Teacher closed her eyes. Moments later Teachers’ head dropped forward and she started to snore gently.
Marr and Luna, looked at each other briefly, nodded, got up and left quietly.
(to be continued...in the next chapter)
[Rule of Twelve, Double Take, Chapter 6 - Saying goodbye (Passage 5 of 5)]
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Rule of Twelve, Double Take - Ch15 (Passage 5/5)
“Hi,” came Luna’s voice as she bounced into the suit locker.
Dukk turned around.
“Are you alright? You are all flushed?”
“Yes, I am fine. I was practicing some yoga in zero-G. I lost track of time. Quite challenging and not what I expected.” Luna replied.
“Yoga?” Marr mouthed silently at Luna from behind Dukk.
Luna smiled cheekily.
Marr held her hands up and looked away as if to say ‘I don't want to know’.
Dukk laughed. He’d been an apprentice too once. He knew what was on his mind the first time he was in zero-g. And, he could tell an intentional lie.
“Are you sure you want to try this now? I can go alone and you can get back to your ‘yoga’?” Dukk asked in gest emphasising the last word.
“Nope, I’m good. Let’s do this.”
Thirty five minutes later, Luna stood at the port outer doorway. She was in awe.
Dukk and Luna had completed the same process Bazzer and Marr had done earlier. Marr, with ...
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