The Earth repeats her cycles over and over again. They say we humans have been here, left, come again, left again, come back, etc. Over and over we repeat our cycles, and maybe someday we’ll get it right. Every now and then an archaeologist will dig up something that clearly does not belong where it was found. Except that it does. It throws everything out of whack and we realize that humans have done all of this stuff before, had all of this technology before, and we are not nearly as clever in this current generation as we would like to think we are. But then it gets forgotten, swept under the rug, purposely eradicated, and everyone forgets and goes back to the latest electronic distraction.
And this is how we come to the tale of the blueberry
sky. Once upon a time, quite some time
ago, there lived a large group of humans on this old Earth. As is typical of humans, they fought and
fought and fought. Their greed got the
best of them, as it always does, and soon there were unimaginably rich people
and inconceivably poor people. There was
fighting and wars and stealing and crime.
Finally, one group of people had suffered as much as they could and
decided they would end it all. In the
manner that is peculiar to humans, they had a god who urged them on toward
annihilation, as gods often do. He
promised them many wonderful things they could have . . . after their death, of
course. And as is peculiar to humans,
they believed it because they had nothing else to believe as their hearts had
closed long ago.
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So they devised a weapon that could destroy everything and
everyone, and they used that weapon and shattered everything instantly. The last thing everyone saw was the sky being
shattered into a million tiny blue pieces as it fell, and then they were no more. Time crept on and on for millennia, as time
will do, but eventually Mother Nature softened her heart and brought life back
to the Earth. Slowly but surely,
everything came back (as it had before and will again). So that people would remember the tragedy of
the sky shattering, Mother Nature made a new fruit and gave it to the
people. She instructed them to remember
the sky shattering when they saw the tiny blue berries they were eating, and in
this way, she hoped they would remember what had happened and this time live in
peace.
For a long time they did remember, and there was always joy
when the blueberries ripened. They had
festivals and parties and special foods, and everyone shared and everyone was
very happy. For a while. But in that manner that is peculiar to
humans, they forgot the story of the shattered blue sky and the tiny
blueberries and the greed of men, and they began fighting again. Unfairness broke out once again--rich and
poor, healthy and sick. I’m sorry to say
that the last anyone knew of these people, they were headed toward annihilation
once again. Perhaps this time they will
shatter the Sun.
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(Remember the blueberries, my friends. Pick them and eat them in peace. Give thanks to the beautiful blue sky and the
happy sun that shines down on us all.
Share what you have with others.
Have parties and celebrate everything.
Refuse greed and keep your hearts open, and perhaps we will reach our
destiny after all.)
