Ah, that old god Moon-Eye with his Moon-Day morning blues and his 5 day work-week. His war-shippers are a poor reflection indeed of mans creative capacity.
I wonder how few Suns have to radiate their heat and light for the Moon-eyes to reflect the light back? One in a million? One in a Billion?
If I were running the show, I'd make an alpha-bet. I'd bet that if I were to make say 7 billion sentient beings with the power to create anything they wished, and I were to put them all to sleep, only 144,000 exactly would wake up and realize their creative capacity.
I'd put alarm clocks everywhere telling the beings what time it was. They could use these as markers along their path of creativity, or as bells to tell them it's time to go to the Job.
I might even program a ritual, a celebration just for them, each and individually. A celebration of their arrival upon the game board. I might even have them bake a cake, put fire on it and tell them to make a wish and blow out the candles. How many will see the light?
I'd hide the true meaning of their existence in signs and symbols everywhere. I'd hide the ingredients to their birthday cake right in plain sight.
I'd bet that ever and only 144,000 will smell what the Rock is cooking and figure out the recipe to the Ma-Sonics Master Batter to their birthday cake.
Those ones who do will be the creators, the others merely reflections like a mirror. The few Suns and the many Moons.
Any takers?
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