Myth Desire Truth

By Steve Schoby

What could it be to come into existence at the exact instant of the big bang?
The very beginning of the universe, a conscious energy formed out of the beginnings of energy.
A witness to the birth of stars, the formation of solar systems, black wholes;
a traveler over the fabric of the universe, sliding along landing on a comet, a meteor colliding into another then another until crashing down onto a new evolving planet.
A planet just far enough away from its sun to allow water to flow, not too cold not too hot.

A planet tilted to one side by a collision of two worlds both traveling along the same orbiting path, one large the other a third its side.
Its many cast away broken pieces slowly join together forming a moon that now circle this now larger planet.
Thousands of small objects strike this new planet bringing water, then oceans so vast there is little to no land.
In time volcanoes erupt platelets push against each other, mountains rise, land becomes larger.
Something unseen yet not uncommon happens, first a plant, a bug, a tree, life swimming in the water.
A young growing planet, a child in early development, there is no language for a traveler to learn nor does it know of what a language is?

Time will teach this as life evolves it shall learn how each life speaks how each life thinks.
Does a dinosaur think, talk, plan, a fish just swim, a new form of flying species, bugs, do they feel pain?
The early beginnings of life on an infant world, evolved into existence, from the remnants of a long ago exploding super nova.
A living world filled with new life, life not un-seen by this traveler, different only due to its place, water abundant throughout this universe.
Here in this youthful planet, life will become known by this traveler.
How life speaks, life bonds with its own and others not of its kind becoming something new yet not so new.

Those near it will learn the truth of who they are, not by force or by choice.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796060379

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Copyright © 2019 by Steve Schoby.

Library of Congress Control Number:   2019914567

ISBN:              Hardcover                978-1-7960-6039-3

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1   Desire

Chapter 2   Beginning

Chapter 3   The Hunt

Chapter 4   Myth

Chapter 5   Truth

Time a brief measurement counted by those mournful of its passing, calculating of its ending, an unnecessary emotional concept to those able to exist throughout its inconceivable length.

It has no known interpretation when it has no comprehensible ending.

Some have proposed that the universe was created by an enormous infinite blast of catastrophic cosmic proportions.

Others have proposed that this universe is contracting back upon itself, sucking its self backwards, slowly inhaling its breath only to re-implode in another eruption of creation.

Who is to say that this is the first or that the next contraction will be the last?

There is an old saying often spoken rarely is it truly understood.

Life is like a circle, what you do come back as we have done.

Only the human has the ignorant arrogance to believe it is removed by some divine right from where it exists.

What could it be to come into existence at the exact instant of the big bang?

The very beginning of the universe, a conscious energy formed out of the beginnings of energy.

A witness to the birth of stars, the formation of solar systems, black wholes; a traveler over the fabric of the universe, sliding along landing on a comet, a meteor colliding into another then another until crashing down onto a new evolving planet.

A planet just far enough away from its sun to allow water to flow, not too cold not too hot.

A planet tilted to one side by a collision of two worlds both traveling along the same orbiting path, one large the other a third its side.

Its many cast away broken pieces slowly join together forming a moon that now circle this now larger planet.

Thousands of small objects strike this new planet bringing water, then oceans so vast there is little to no land.

In time volcanoes erupt platelets push against each other, mountains rise, land becomes larger.

Something unseen yet not uncommon happens, first a plant, a bug, a tree, life swimming in the water.

A young growing planet, a child in early development, there is no language for a traveler to learn nor does it know of what a language is?

Time will teach this as life evolves it shall learn how each life speaks how each life thinks.

Does a dinosaur think, talk, plan, a fish just swim, a new form of flying species, bugs, do they feel pain?

The early beginnings of life on an infant world, evolved into existence, from the remnants of a long ago exploding super nova.

A living world filled with new life, life not un-seen by this traveler, different only due to its place, water abundant throughout this universe.

Here in this youthful planet, life will become known by this traveler.

How life speaks, life bonds with its own and others not of its kind becoming something new yet not so new.

Millions of years pass; to the traveler it is only a day, just another brief moment. In time a new life, an existence formed from sixty million years of reconstruction.

CHAPTER 1

Desire

There is an unusual, unsettling indescribable feeling about this area.

A tingling alarm to the inner sixth sense, like night devoid of the sounds of rustling leaf, whistles of crickets, the flight of birds and the feel of a breeze, just a silent quiet stillness.

No need to contemplate long about this after all this is not that strange a sense it is broad day light.

Everything was okay before getting here, none the less it’s something?

The calm stillness of this mid morning day is momentarily disturbed by the rustic creaking sound of twin heavy iron gates being opened.

It is the gateway opening noise of an estates surrounding metal fence. From this entry it will be a short drive along a winding S shaped semi circular gravel driveway.

The calm silence again briefly interrupted by the popping cracking fanfare of tires racking over loose pebble stones.

This mini palace castle of an estate is easily well beyond the price range of most of humanity.

Its location is exclusively isolated atop one of the many hills that ring over the surrounding area of a six lane highway, a north to south runway splitting two sides of an outer suburb.

The winding semi circular pebble driveway will stop just shy of an entrance to a four car garage.

It is the inherited estate of George Rayson a collector of antiques obsessed with the rarest of all, a piece of antiquity rumored to be tremendously older then any other artifact ever discovered, some what like the Venus of Willendorf.

The stone human made pieces from ancient European culture dating back some 30,000 or so BC years that exhibited the faceless form of a pregnant appearing female with pendulous breasts.

Unlike Venus of Willendorf statues of stone this is the only one of its kind composed of metal.

Its metallic structure is said to be un-like any known. A material stronger then the deepest forged metal ever conceived or imagined a texture with the feel of soft subtle human flesh.

Untarnished in perfect shape, showing absolutely no appearance of the slightest bit of deterioration.

Extremely old, vastly more elaborate in its detail. Two feet in height with a clear undeniable image of a female face intimately detailed feminine features, perfectly formed breasts with the organ of a male.

With this artifact of purest perfection came a warning to never worship, adore or covet it.

Doing so will cause it to live.

George did not believe in ancient spiritual tales; such stories were nothing more then the rambling of un-educated primitive ignorant people.

He will possess whatever he wants when he wants it.

This type of mentality has been reinforced since his early childhood. A by- product of crying, pouting, whimpering to mommy and daddy both of which giving him anything he wanted in exchange for his silence in the home.

The afterbirth of being born and raised in a family too full of inherited wealth too consumed in self interest.

Not that money is the root of all evil, currency in itself is nothing more then a means of