The Debate of Divinities

Time spoke, "There is no fragility or beauty because no words can describe what I see and feel every day. Tell me, minor deity, why do you torment your believers, provide them no comfort in the justice you dispense and no possibility of redemption or ascension from the shackles of their mortal destinies?"

Mother Sky snorted, "Why do ants deserve a chance to grasp the sky?"

Time flexed his almighty golden splendor and reprimanded, "There is no power because there is no end. Who or what created you? Who or what created the creator of yourself? You cannot answer where the origin of the universe lies because the universe has always existed. Now tell me, why can my followers from the distant land of red sands not be able to recruit a disciple to receive my teachings?"

"I can tell a person to sleep longer but they will not. I cannot just tell my servants to work harder because they will not do so alone. Because they cannot understand my power and justice system which I have created, they are unable to do anything but to devote their hopes and happiness to a higher existence like myself."

Time fumed, "How grave a crime you have committed by limiting the growth and understanding of living beings and telling them that only you are the purest, most moral existence."

So, Time challenged Mother Sky to a debate. The question that he posed was: What would happen if she destroyed a rural village?

Mother Sky sneered at the senile old man Time and answered, "Nothing would happen because my power is far beyond the comprehension of mere farmers and villagers. They have no right to question my superior judgment."

Time looked skeptically, and thus, Mother Sky proved to him that nothing would happen. But she suddenly became immobilized.

Time laughed, "All disorders beget order. If a piece from the universe becomes disordered, another part has to become ordered from the perspective of the universe. When you created chaos, order has risen in another area and your crime has been remembered by the billions of deceased spirits which stare on from the murky borders between illusion and reality. Why do your people feel guilt, being the only species to do so, when they lie or steal? It is because they are haunted by the ghosts of predecessors."

As the sky violently contorted from a gold hue to reddish blue, the people panicked. The Shepherd Boy howled in delight, "Look! Look! I have seen the gods."

His followers started dancing in groups of four, lighting up bonfires as the world seemed to fall apart. Mother Sky seemed to be gaining the upper hand, for the reddish hue of her presence permeated the sky with only faint traces of Time's golden color remaining.

Time had a look of hesitance in his eyes because he did not want to use this move, but he chose to nonetheless. Taking out a shiny, dull hourglass, he shook the sand in it. The Shepherd said he saw this hourglass, the potters say they saw a cooking pot, the farmers say they saw a chicken, the soldiers said they saw a map, the shipbuilders said they saw a plank of wood, and the doctors said they saw a chunk of ginseng.

What infinite glory! All of them were wrong in recounting and making up mythical stories of what they saw. No conscious mind or story can accurately portray the objective nature of the fearsome tool which Time sacrificed half of his power to activate. It was the remaining piece of the Tamkit. He solemnly chanted only a singular word, "Disorder".

All of reality shook as mountains collapsed and seas raged. The sun which hung proudly in the domain of Mother Sky was devoured by the Tamkit and all that was left was a whole of pure, lonely darkness. Light faded from the reality ruled by Mother SKy.

All of the followers of the Shepherd Boy joyously gathered as they pointed to the humongous round black opening in the sky.

"Mother Sky is broken!", they hollered.

The sky was no more.