Meanwhile, the surface of the globe is no longer liquid, but a majestic landscape of stone and water. These new fusions of the elements captivate the Creator's eyes, and he notices the entity of “life”, imprinting itself on this new world; little colourful creatures feeding off the light of the sun, growing and silently delighting in their brief lives.
The planet, too, has noticed, and it stirs its lighter parts to form a guardian cloak of "atmosphere," shielding its children from all cosmic perils. Spurred on by its blessing, the creatures grow, taking on greater and stranger forms, just as their planet had once taken shape from the smallest of elements. They grow in courage, too, and some emerge from the oceans to flourish on the ground.
Here begins a great divide, as some choose to worship the beauty of existence in still and silent meditation, drinking the light of the sun and sustaining themselves by drawing strength both from the earth below and from the air above. Others feel the gift of life burning brighter within them, and set out to explore their new home, settling in the most varied of locations and changing to match their chosen sites. Both pass the spark on to new generations, and both change, ever growing more perfect in form. Both, too, choose to die, to feed their brethren and to give back the energies of life to the earth that bore them.
The Creator watches as the dance of life grows ever more complex. Life spreads all over the planet, changing, improving, feeding on itself and re-creating itself in the greatest of all equilibriums. The planet becomes a place of pure, vibrant beauty, where every action is part of a cycle, and every cycle is eternal and immutable, growing in complexity without ever becoming endangered.
Thinking the dream to be at an end, the Creator wakes. He is haunted by the vision of this perfect world, where life-sustaining Earth perpetuates eternal harmony. He now knows that the Void is not the only form the universe can take, that emptiness can be filled and that fantastic beauty can be thus created. He sets to work, intent on turning his dream into reality. and he begins to shape the cosmos with incomparable clarity of purpose.
Unwatched, the dream continues. The "animals," descendants of the moving ones, grow ever superior in shape, until one form, who call themselves "human," are chosen by the higher principle of Life for a special gift. They are given the potential for higher awareness. They themselves are given the power to dream, and with that comes the power to imagine. Soon they devise ever more complicated tools to further their goals. Their dreams fuel works of art that have the very Earth glowing with pride. But something goes wrong.
For the first time in eternity, the balance is disrupted. The humans forget who they are, where they came from. Reaching for levels of power that they can no longer safely handle, they forget the concept of balance. They create "science." Instead of the dance of the elements, they see "patterns" and "physical laws." Instead of rejoicing in the Earth that created them and has forever sustained them, and in the essence of life that is the source of all feeling and all joy, they create religion, and dream up deities that are no more than their own shadows.
They forget their relationship with the world, and slay other animals, indeed slay all living things for profit. They pillage the Earth and take from it without consideration. For every human who remembers his relationship with the world, there are thousands who turn self-destruction into a way of life, taking no more care of their bodies than of their home. And their "science" reaches ever further, giving humans control over powers they do not understand. Every second brings them closer to the brink of total annihilation.
And there is no one to recognise that the dream has turned into a nightmare.
