Sandy Vrooman
In the beginning the gods sat wherever they wanted to, whenever they wanted to, and played marbles with the universe. The idea of the game was to keep the planets and stars out of the black hole. When they tired of the game and all the marbles were won, there was a leftover coprolite of a planet that no one claimed. It had nothing.
The gods turned away and, sat down again to add to the soup pot that was there from the beginning of time. Their bottomless cauldron fed them all, but one of the gods complained that the soup was too salty. So they dumped it on the unwanted planet and went to sleep.
Now, the gods play hard and they sleep hard, waking millennia later. Looking down at the soup-covered garbage rock, they saw changes. They saw the soup moving as if it were alive. Now they all wanted it; gods who never wanted anything before.
This new toy, this garbage planet that nobody wanted the gods kept fixing it trying to claim ownership. They created the moon to make the soup slosh from side to side. They gave it weather, made the insides grumble. To their surprise, it started belching and farting. Land appeared. Their soup stewed and roiled. Soup turned into water andplayed gameswith the sun, evaporating, forming clouds and then raining.
There had never been a conflict between the gods before. They were like a tight biker gang, their pack ran together. Now there were gods forming new gangs. Some minor gods we would later call tricksters moved to the tiny planet and named it earth. At the same time a group of the older male gods decided that they should be addressed with a capital "G".
Pan invented fauna and Flora invented the green stuff. Nuwa made little figures out of clay to play with and for the first time Gods and gods had worshipers. Skadi was jealous and froze solid everything that had been made. Saula melted everything, and all that was created beforeprospered. All animals had wisdom. Some two leggeds with opposable thumbs thought they were better, and tried to subdue all else. They claimed the soup as womb juice, leaving only water behind.
Now the only magic that is left is when a man stirs a woman's pot, life forms in that soup. Son, does that answer your question?
First published: May, 2008
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