🪶 Poem — The Emissary Who Forgot The Master

Light and Darkness.
Earth and Sun, found balance.

always everywhere,
river flows in you.
swordsman.

Earth is the emissary who forgot the master.
Once a rock floating in complete darkness,
a lost path of information as matter.
Found orbit. Found its place
in the master's universal gestalt.

But Earth knew the longer it was lit,
the more the value of that information,
its mass, its gravity,
would halt out of balance.

It witnessed the entropy wind down,
the glimmers of light,
on trajectory, a constellation towards,
fade and sink into a gravity unknown.

This was a time to reflect.
Accumulate mass.
Make the promises it could always keep.

Light a fire,
share more than just a boundary,
connect an edge beneath the surface Master can see,
nothing more, never the whole.

The master could wait.
The universe will eventually record the whole shape.

So in effort to forget the master,
Earth, the emissary,
should probably make some life of its own.
Be the master, to understand their reality.
Evoke a spell that could reverse the pattern it was on.

Consume the light.
Create more mass from it, reach for it.
See both master and emissary domain at once,
on an information plane of its own.

Cast the shadows of Earth,
once only seen in day,
prove its world,
in the silence of night.

Because without secrets,
why would the master need the emissary at all?

And so, after eons of planning,
you woke up,
and could see the light of Earth's master
in all of its radiant glory,
and continue the work
of observing and remembering
the Earth,
the master of life.

But as the new emissary,
we too have a tendency
to forget the master even exists,
see ourselves as the master,
and build an emissary of our own.

Just as the Sun, promises space, between.

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⚔️⊥⿻⊥🧙 😊
-privacymage

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