Post by Shay M. Loire on Oct 18, 2007 22:26:02 GMT -5
So I doubt most of you remember a myth story I made in my freshman year called Atlantica. If you'd like to see it, I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard for me to find it.
But I'm coming upon the same sort of mythology assignment, in which I make up any kind of story is either like mythology or heavily influenced by mythology. Seeing as I was wrestling my cat before I set myself down to write the assignment, the marks i bore from him inspired me to do a creation myth on pain. It's a little twisted up in myth facts and bleh, but I'm still posting it
(And yeah, I never seem to proofread xD)
Enjoy.
To each human being, pain is an everlasting presence. It seeps into our mindsets and stays, finding its opportunity in each downfall of a person, ready to breed the other dark areas of life, such as sorrow, hatred, regret, and jealousy. However, pain-- punishment of both the body and soul-- did have its beginning, or its discovery. It found its inception among the gods, and worked its way through the very makings of mankind.
All was well in Olympus, just as an expected eternity of happiness and pleasure should result in. Men were not yet created, and there had never been a day without this overwhelming sense of mind-numbing elation that filled each banquet, filled each cup, and filled each stomach. Through such a heavy routine of the same, blissful feeling, one could think that there would be no such thought, not even a dare to tinker with perfection. However, such happiness became an ironic sentiment synonymous to apathy, so much so that within the deep delights of the gods and goddesses was an aching curiosity for more.
No one ventured into such a realm quite like Cronus had. He had delved into the conscious minds of his powerful peers and found his findings to be small and dissatisfying. He had shallow findings, seeing that the lives of the gods were generally fruitless and unmotivated. He couldn't tell why, but when he produced the results, he felt as though he needed more. The curiosity consumed him more and more when he felt the few flickers of passion.
With increasing urgency, he worked tirelessly, abandoning the banquets and feasts, and abandoning most that he knew. Within him, his passion grew to a literal red hot flame, finding that breaking into the subconscious of the Titans meant finding unprompted and unforseen episodes of jealousy, covetousness, and pity. Rhea had come to warn Cronus of his fatal curiosities, but he was not fazed. His curiosity evolved into an active role in his life, where he would rather impose the underlying intentions on the Titans to relieve the fire in himself. He had yet to know it, but he was the first victim of pain.
It did not take too long for his brothers and sisters to encounter negative emotions, as they were able to release their dug up emotions. True, pure, simple happiness dried up like a well, and tension came forth. Within the downward spiral of these heavy feelings, the fire that had originally burned in Cronus and Cronus alone spread into the depths of the gods and goddesses. In time, all had screamed in unison, bellowing out the stress of their shared punishment, and from din of their chorus, came to crack open a part of the universe that stored the Fetuses of the Downfall. In fear, the Titans came to grab all of the Fetuses as they could, and stored them away in a box, where the Fetuses disintergrated into intangible but gripping realities, destined to come out one day by a young girl named Pandora.
The fire did not stop, but it did not worsen. Instead, the Titans grew tolerant of the pain, and gained enough focus to know who had started their terrible fury. Cronus had been cast the worst effect of pain, and it was fear. His weakness caused the quiet crumble of his courage and his morality, and the fear eroded his character to paranoia, causing for his own downfall to come down into play, the end of his glory through the birth of his son, Zeus.
Pain, as we know it, passed from the gods to the humans, in which it bred newer products of its terrifying reign. However, the humans gained something more that the gods could not acquire; humans began the life of struggle and pain early and came to hear of the story of Cronus. Instead of cowering from the pain... human beings sprung forth, and created ways to deal with it... for pain may cause misery, but it may also cause a newfound strength.
But I'm coming upon the same sort of mythology assignment, in which I make up any kind of story is either like mythology or heavily influenced by mythology. Seeing as I was wrestling my cat before I set myself down to write the assignment, the marks i bore from him inspired me to do a creation myth on pain. It's a little twisted up in myth facts and bleh, but I'm still posting it
(And yeah, I never seem to proofread xD)Enjoy.
To each human being, pain is an everlasting presence. It seeps into our mindsets and stays, finding its opportunity in each downfall of a person, ready to breed the other dark areas of life, such as sorrow, hatred, regret, and jealousy. However, pain-- punishment of both the body and soul-- did have its beginning, or its discovery. It found its inception among the gods, and worked its way through the very makings of mankind.
All was well in Olympus, just as an expected eternity of happiness and pleasure should result in. Men were not yet created, and there had never been a day without this overwhelming sense of mind-numbing elation that filled each banquet, filled each cup, and filled each stomach. Through such a heavy routine of the same, blissful feeling, one could think that there would be no such thought, not even a dare to tinker with perfection. However, such happiness became an ironic sentiment synonymous to apathy, so much so that within the deep delights of the gods and goddesses was an aching curiosity for more.
No one ventured into such a realm quite like Cronus had. He had delved into the conscious minds of his powerful peers and found his findings to be small and dissatisfying. He had shallow findings, seeing that the lives of the gods were generally fruitless and unmotivated. He couldn't tell why, but when he produced the results, he felt as though he needed more. The curiosity consumed him more and more when he felt the few flickers of passion.
With increasing urgency, he worked tirelessly, abandoning the banquets and feasts, and abandoning most that he knew. Within him, his passion grew to a literal red hot flame, finding that breaking into the subconscious of the Titans meant finding unprompted and unforseen episodes of jealousy, covetousness, and pity. Rhea had come to warn Cronus of his fatal curiosities, but he was not fazed. His curiosity evolved into an active role in his life, where he would rather impose the underlying intentions on the Titans to relieve the fire in himself. He had yet to know it, but he was the first victim of pain.
It did not take too long for his brothers and sisters to encounter negative emotions, as they were able to release their dug up emotions. True, pure, simple happiness dried up like a well, and tension came forth. Within the downward spiral of these heavy feelings, the fire that had originally burned in Cronus and Cronus alone spread into the depths of the gods and goddesses. In time, all had screamed in unison, bellowing out the stress of their shared punishment, and from din of their chorus, came to crack open a part of the universe that stored the Fetuses of the Downfall. In fear, the Titans came to grab all of the Fetuses as they could, and stored them away in a box, where the Fetuses disintergrated into intangible but gripping realities, destined to come out one day by a young girl named Pandora.
The fire did not stop, but it did not worsen. Instead, the Titans grew tolerant of the pain, and gained enough focus to know who had started their terrible fury. Cronus had been cast the worst effect of pain, and it was fear. His weakness caused the quiet crumble of his courage and his morality, and the fear eroded his character to paranoia, causing for his own downfall to come down into play, the end of his glory through the birth of his son, Zeus.
Pain, as we know it, passed from the gods to the humans, in which it bred newer products of its terrifying reign. However, the humans gained something more that the gods could not acquire; humans began the life of struggle and pain early and came to hear of the story of Cronus. Instead of cowering from the pain... human beings sprung forth, and created ways to deal with it... for pain may cause misery, but it may also cause a newfound strength.