Breathing, all creatures are
Brighter than, than brightest star.
You are, by far.
(From "Air" by Mike Heron and The ISB.)
Based on an original dream by Judy Shimmin
This is a story about about Spirits of the Forces of NatureOne night, after drifting into a deep sleep, I saw the Spirits of the Forces of Nature: Great, wise beings, representing the stars, the earth, the oceans, and countless other seen and unseen powers. Like loving family, they beckoned me to enter and welcomed me to sit down with them. Then, they began to tell me a story.
Once upon a . . . well, actually many times upon many a time, both now and when the earth was young, the Forces of Nature convened to endow Super Powers on one of the smaller spirits of the universe. On this particular occasion, they chose a rather ordinary boy, whom we will call Scott.
Would he choose to dance in the sky, like a bolt of lightning?
When the moment of choosing arrived, Scott climbed to the top of a tall hill, amid the Forces of Nature and a sky of stormy clouds.
Delighted laughter silently spread among the Forces of Nature. They had conferred on some the power to fly: The birds of the air. Others they had given the power to burn unimaginably bright for billions of years: The stars.
Upon hearing about Scott's choice, intense curiosity was aroused in one of the stars, Old Sol. "What was this power to be Scott like?" wondered Sol. "When I chose to be the mighty Sun, I never even considered being Scott."
And so the Sun tried to have the power of being Scott. But the effort was to no avail. Sol could not be Scott and would never even know what being Scott was like. In great frustration, solar flares soared outward from the surface of the Sun.
That is it, in all the universe, only this one fragile, beautiful human had the power to be what he alone could be: Scott. And, as the Forces of Nature smiled upon him, he was.