WHISPER – A TALE

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In a void, free from space and time, a subtle whisper appeared, or actually a rustle. It rustled so for a while, until it felt uneasy.
– It’s so strange, rustling coming out of nothing – it thought. And to justify its presence it created leaves for itself.

And they, as soon as they woke alive, thought: how come, isn’t it silly, just bare, rustling leaves. To boost their spirit, the leaves summoned twigs, twigs – branches, and branches – trunks. That’s how a forest emerged.

But the forest was also surprised to see its twigs, branches and leaves moving and raising the rustle. Seeking a reason, it summoned wind to help. (As you can guess, the wind either didn’t want to blow just like this, only moving the trees.

It wanted to blow from somewhere and to somewhere, and that’s how a vast space emerged – the “here” and the “there” arose. To give a cause to differentiate “here” from “there”, distance was needed and thus time came into being.)

Soon after, the trees from the forest reckoned that they needed roots. The roots wanted to root themselves, that’s why earth came into being. To nourish the whole tree, the roots had to drink. That’s how water and moisture were born.

Yet, it was still not enough for the whole nourishment – the leaves wanted to breathe, they needed air. And to be able to absorb its nutrients they needed the energy of light – and so the light of the sun and other stars happened.

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Jacek Dziubiński

Jacek Dziubiński

Jacek Dziubiński is educated in philosophy, a writer, poet, translator, painter and book designer. He loves the mountains, the sea and solitude. Jacek's website. Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.

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