A short first attempt at creative writing I wish to share.
Wet Pavement
The pavement is wet. It is so as a result of the just stopped rains having struck it. Rains which were the result of sadness. The sadness of our common mother caused due to neglectful whimsy. The pavement. The pavement was created by man, a brilliant idea...or so it seemed to him. For in his vanity - man is very vain - he presumed to know better. To know better than his common mother and his common father. He presumes righteousness in his quest to make the world in his image. All motivated by good intentions, of course. But man is not all men. There are those who would be happier with no pavement. Those who have a natural resistance to the brilliant ideas of man. Those who understand the relation to our common mother and our common father. A road is the way. The way towards a destination. Towards what destination do we walk when we travel upon the road made from pavement? Perhaps along a different road made of grass, or rocks, or even sand, the destination we truly seek will be found. Because after all, the road to hell is paved, with the best of intentions.
Kris
Wet Pavement
The pavement is wet. It is so as a result of the just stopped rains having struck it. Rains which were the result of sadness. The sadness of our common mother caused due to neglectful whimsy. The pavement. The pavement was created by man, a brilliant idea...or so it seemed to him. For in his vanity - man is very vain - he presumed to know better. To know better than his common mother and his common father. He presumes righteousness in his quest to make the world in his image. All motivated by good intentions, of course. But man is not all men. There are those who would be happier with no pavement. Those who have a natural resistance to the brilliant ideas of man. Those who understand the relation to our common mother and our common father. A road is the way. The way towards a destination. Towards what destination do we walk when we travel upon the road made from pavement? Perhaps along a different road made of grass, or rocks, or even sand, the destination we truly seek will be found. Because after all, the road to hell is paved, with the best of intentions.
Kris
