The Creature Creator
In a grand field of overwhelming noise, a creator makes a decision.
The creator makes an enclosure. The creator reaches into the enclosure and makes a creature.
The creature does not see the enclosure, It does not know anything. It cannot hear the creator as it speaks.
So the creator makes it light, and dark. And the creature grows eyes to see.
The creator gives it water and air. And the creature grows more body to move through it, and move it through the creature.
The creator shows it push and pull. And the creature beats with the rhythm.
The creator shows it hot and cold. And the creature dances in the sweet spot between them.
The creator puts ground under the creature. And the creature grows legs.
The creator brings food from the ground. And the creature seeks it to eat.
The creator brings clouds overhead. And the creature whethers a storm.
So the creature seeks to create its own enclosure. The creature makes tools to hunt more food.
The creature shapes the food to their liking, from the ground to in their hands. The creature wields stones and bones as weapons and weaves and dyes the designs of the birds onto themselves to wear.
And the creature, with its own enclosure, its own concerns, still cannot hear the creator through the noise.
But the creature's sense of and hot and cold, push and pull, and light and dark, will always be listening. And will always steer its thoughts.
From this detachment, the creature seeks to create, to fill the noise around them. And though the creator cannot speak to the creature, it nods and expresses its infinite sympathy.