The Story of Love & Truth, by Terah Cox ~ Prologue & First Chapter
One sunny afternoon in the hinterlands of time, two were sitting under the shade of the Tree of All-Knowing, discussing matters of the world and the non-world. The Older invited the Younger to ask one question that was uppermost in mind and heart. The Younger paused, and then asked, “Wise One, I would like to know which is greater—Love or Truth? “Ahhh,” the Older slowly smiled. “None is so wise to answer for another, and some answers can be known only in living the question. But I will offer you a story, a story of forgetting and remembering, for the sake of forevermore in every today. Listen well, and know that all which is sought longs to be found …” |
Chapter 1
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A long time ago, when all things and beings were made, they were created in pairs. Each had another that it fit perfectly with. That’s not to say they were alike, but their edges defined each other, and their winding curves softened and complemented each other. And while they shared a sameness of heart, they reveled in the beauties of their different forms, ways and ideas. Each had their own special gifts, but in their togetherness they were better able to be and do the things they were each born to—things that neither of them could’ve been or done fully without the other.
But eventually, in their enthusiasm to do more, become more--they sometimes forgot that they belonged together. The world was calling after all—and the world had everything! So off one or the other would go, packing as much into their days and nights as time and new places might dazzle them with. Sometimes they found new purpose. And sometimes they lost their purpose. But no matter how much they discovered and accomplished, or didn’t, down under everything there would be a growing feeling that something was missing. So it became with Love and Truth. In the beginning, Love and Truth truly loved being together. They didn’t go anywhere without each other, and their together-light was so bright that everyone who encountered them instantly shined brighter in their presence. Beings would come from far and wide seeking hope for their dreams, encouragement for their challenges and healing for their hurts. And Love and Truth truly loved to be of service wherever they were needed. It seemed they would spend all eternity together opening what was closed, filling what was empty, healing what was broken and making crooked things straight. Then one day while gazing out into the beckoning blue horizon, Truth got an independent notion. “I think I would like to go on a journey,” Truth said to itself. “Maybe see the world through my own single eye for once.” And so one day while Love was curled up in the warmth and softness of their togetherness, Truth told Love about its dream of a far-away adventure. “Oh wonderful!” Love said excitedly. “This will be a grand opportunity to have even more time together! We can explore new horizons, meet new and interesting beings, and see all kinds of different things! So when do we leave—what should I bring—how long will we be gone—what do you suppose the weather will be like? And oh, we should take some things from our garden to share along the way!” Truth realized that Love had misunderstood. “Well,” Truth said truthfully, “I—I would like to go on a journey, a journey on my own. I think I need to seek my greater purpose. To maybe find my true, ‘um, truer self.” “But,” Love said, not understanding, “how much truer could you possibly be? You are perfectly true just as you are!” “Well, maybe I just need to see what more I can make of my own by-myself-self,” Truth said somewhat stubbornly. “I don’t—I can’t explain it exactly,” Truth stammered. “I just need to go.” And at that, Truth closed its usually-very-open mouth and didn’t say another word. Love still didn’t understand, and it wondered where Truth had gotten such a notion. And furthermore, Love had never seen Truth at a loss for words. Then Love too went silent for a moment. This mysterious journey must be very important to Truth. Love loved Truth so much. And so, with more feeling in its heart than thoughts in its head about the matter, Love told Truth that yes, it should go and do whatever it must for itself. Quivering with anticipation, Truth packed up and was soon ready to go—though it too wondered what had come over it and if maybe it should be thinking twice. But suddenly and truthfully, Truth could only think one thought when it tried to think twice, and that thought was already imagining a new and grand purpose that was surely awaiting it. Love felt Truth’s excitement, and so as Truth set out on its great adventure, Love didn’t dare ask when it would be returning. Watching Truth skip down the road until it disappeared all the way, Love suddenly felt its heart would drown in a new and strange feeling that was welling up inside it. It was a feeling Love didn’t know the word for because it had never felt it before. But as time would pass, Love would learn the word. Lonely. |
