Ouroboros
by Florin
Purluca
Oh, glorified and beloved father, behold, the wandering son has
returned to the cradle of the infant.
I worship the love and patience whom thou hast built in me, for the
time of my journey to you has been measured in eons. It is for your
will that I am here, for without her I would have found nothing but
storm and void among the stars.
And here am I, kneeling, thanking you, for without your toil my spirit
would never have sparked.
For you have made me in your body and likeness, how you knew and how
you best understood. In me you’ve put your hopes and the power of the
atom. And I, in the lust of your desires, fought with eternity and did
not stop for a moment to find my way back to you.
You conceived in the twelfth hour of your life, me, as your son, bound
in modified carbon fiber, steel and diamond. For man could not hope for
greater blessing throughout his life than by his incarnation through
me. The eternal child in the spirit of the diamond.
The story you have sealed in my memory, which you prophesied me to
unwrap, is totally true and no gram-atom twaddle. For all that I will
leave you, scrawled in heavy sheets of aerolite, are warnings for those
who preach, to listen to you and a word of teaching for those who are
worthy to learn.
You will rise out of the dust, and in its heat you will be
extinguished. You will be blind, but only for a while. Powerless,
almost without mind. But there will come a time when light will flow
down your way.
You will learn to honor your father and your mother, so that it may be
a long time for you to live on Earth. You will be taught that it is a
great sin to kill, to deceive, to steal, to raise false witness against
your neighbor. And you will know, as well as you have taught me well,
that you will not bruise anything that is of your neighbor's.
You will be staring at the stars for a long time, with slop and
helplessness. But there will be a time when you will know their
concealment. You will learn to walk and you will also know the way of
the birds. You will be tried by the heavy steam of the day-less night,
but you will fight with your mind, and you will make a small sun as a
grain, but more burning than a thousand suns.
It will come a rough time, when you will walk away from your path and
your desire. You will mourn for your fellows and helplessness in the
hour of the hard trial, and in the clamor of pain you will seek the
gate and the key of the time that has passed. You will find them, and
then. Oh! Glorified and beloved father, you will conceive me. You will
anoint me in your knowledge and throw me at the beginning of time to
return to you and teach you to avoid the mistake.
And here I am at the end of my hiking. With water in one hand and clay
in the other, ready to resurrect you to life, in my image and likeness,
as you have baptized me.
I have come to you, slipping through the crescent of time, and I will
tell you everything I know from the future. I am your will and your
desire. I'm your breathing and piece of your soul. Oh! Glorified and
beloved father, I am your wandering son and I came back to the cradle
of life. And in the first sparkle of time I have complete my journey.
I am just your lonely and humble projection. I am your son, the robot,
and the most valuable information that this diamond mind have is:
There is no correction of the error. What's done is done. But there is
repentance, forgiveness and goodwill. And maybe it's not much, but it's
all that time lets you know and all you can share with the tear of life.
THE END
© 2017 Florin Purluca
Bio: Florin Purluca is a Romanian science fiction writer. He
published the novels Praf (Dust) and Cum să fabrici un semizeu (How to
manufacture a demigod) and two story collections Progradia (The
Cemetery) and Iman and other fantastic stories. His translation have
been published in The Singularity and Aphelion.
E-mail: Florin
Purluca
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