Silence / genesis

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Florian,
This is a very beautiful, thank you for having it in English and posting
it
Tova

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Am 06.02.2004 3:37 Uhr schrieb "Douglas D. Germann, Sr." unter
<76066.515 at compuserve.com>:

... a moment of silence here, online? Now?
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dear doug,
that gives space for me to come in again after a while
of neither reading nor posting.

in these days beside lot of lots I wrote my personal version
of the genesis. the story is relating well to silence.
if you may listen ??  here it is:

Florian Fischer
The Creation of The World

In the beginning there was nothing - totally dark and absolutly silent.
And
the Spirit of Darkness protected Nothingness and Silence. Nothing ever
happened and Nothingness had been silent since the dawn of eternity.
However
there came a voice from beyond the darkness; restless and invisible -
and
called out: >Hi there! Creative Spirit here. I'm calling you oh Spirit
of
Darkness, answer me! Why are you doing nothing? Why don't you do
something
in this eternal silence, anything - let there be light or say something,
whatever!< No answer from Nothingness. He called out over and over again
and
shouted: >Hello, you don't even answer, but I want an answer,
a word at least,< - he didn't want to wait and so carried on >Go on, let
me
have a go. You must do something, you can't just hang around doing
nothing,
nothing's going to happen. It's just not on.< And he didn't stop
calling,
for silence was not on his side.
The Spirit of Darkness finally gave in, learnt to hear, listened and
answered the invisible one and said: >Well then, you throw words into
space,
develop language, demand, force me to use words, extort an answer, just
you
wait and see what you've done. Right then, fine, if you really want to
get
going, go! Get on with it and do it, just create a world, a small world
-
well, you'll manage all right. - What? You need time? It doesn't exist
yet,
you'll have to invent it yourself. But do it now, yes, in this very
instant.
There is nothing else but now. And get a move on - ah! you must leave
half
of it in darkness, that's the condition!< >Condition, condition, what's
that? There was nothing until now!< >Stop, no more calling out, I want
silence.< >But  < The Spirit of Darkness answered with another
condition:
>No buts!< >It's easy for you to speak from your nothingness,< countered
Creative Spirit, >but if  < >No ifs, no buts! Right, that's enough
calling
out and talking, simply begin! Now!<
Creative Spirit got straight down to work talking to himself all the
time.
>Okay, that's right like that, super, that's just the thing, exactly.<
And
he started by creating light, in the half that had been left to him and
he
became afraid, because all of a sudden millions of colours appeared - by
themselves, so he simply left them as they were. Something happened,
somehow
both elastic and kneadable, and he said: >I've still got plenty of
time.<
But there wasn't much, because only half was visible. The other half was
still in darkness and it was not possible to make out whether there was
a
lot or just a little of it, and if you could call that: Time.
Somehow, he didn't seem to be making progress because it kept getting
dark
and he had to rest half of the time. However, nothing got to him like
silence. Out of everything he only achieved what was most necessary.
Only
two specimens of each being and not too similar for that matter.
Somewhere,
in the midst of all the chaos he managed to create something like two
human
beings. They still hadn't met, nor did either know what was or was not
edible. The air was transparent, but you couldn't walk on it; and so was
the
water, unevenly spread in width and depth. A number of mountains were
still
on the move - when all of a sudden the call rang out: >Stop! Spirit of
Darkness here! Listen here oh restless one, you who calls yourself
Creative
Spirit: Seven days and six nights have passed, so you must have rested
six
times, unwillingly, in my half. This is the measure of time and so shall
it
remain. However, it's over now, off into retirement you go<.
>What a load of rubbish!< called back Creative Spirit, >I'm not done
yet!
Nothing has come to perfection. Besides you've been meddling, with your
conditions and the definition of time. Is that what I must put my name
to?
Well, I couldn't care less, it will just have to carry on by itself
then.<
And so he carried on >You call as the voice of what was silent darkness
to
restrict me with silence. So be it - the swap is done: Yours is the
language
from now on and mine eternal silence. Amen<. And so he went on to use
his
last ten words, in capital letters, to write down his recipe which had
produced the world he was about to free:
NOW - LESS - IMPERFECT- SILENCE - NO IFS OR BUTS - ITSELF - SIMPLE.
And as mankind, both imperfect and unequal, got to know themselves they
learned the lesson the hard way: only from now to now, without ifs or
buts,
everything develops by itself.
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Translated
from German to English
by Andrew Mortimer
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