Mything

Mything Out of the debris of a big bang were we formed. Formed round the great snake which sleeps at the center of what became our planet. Clinging to the dark coils for safety. Growing until the mass became our earth. Balancing in an orbit around a small star, gaining our own satellite, which became the sun’s reflection on dark nights. From that beginning through the eons, from the dust of other destructions, from a speck of a former incarnation, from the seed of Gods we cannot understand, we were born. We ride on the snake sleeping at our center burning with the fires of a hell beyond our ability to create. From that mote of myth came Life in forms beyond imagining, successful in their season, to become the dust from which new life was formed. Molded into fantasy forms, evolving, reaching expanding in a enigmatic design, to be destroyed in ever changing ways. From the speck of matter that is the myth on which we claim our Godship, sailing on our sea of ignorance in the false myth ship of science, floating to our future to join those who have gone before.