Begin with Love & Death
“There once was …” properly begins a story about mortals because mortals have but once to act it. This story is about Immortals, Love and Death, born conjoined twins and hatched from a silver egg. That egg was the first full moon.
The Mother who spawned it and turned away from it, as the sea turtle turns away from her clutch, was spacious Night, she who began it by beating her fierce Black Wings to raise the primal Wind. She opened her womb to Wind and thence delivered into darkness one fertilized egg.
[Now Wind was to become in latter days a notorious breeder of bastard children, but the silver egg story goes back before a beginning, a story so old it describes an unmeasured age without dimension, before awareness, before the Pole Star pinned Sky in place and initiated directionality: North / South / East / West. The fabrication of a foursquare universe allowed Wind to arrive at his self-awareness and considerable horniness. Night gated her great womb. She abides, and she rolls out her barren eggs sequentially, moon after full moon. Fortunately for mortals. Imagine our misery if Love and Death had countless, similarly amoral siblings.]
This goes a ways toward explaining Love and Death, because basically they were born parentless. They swirled aimlessly for ages, interchangeable mass and energy, energy and mass, locked together and tumbling through a nonliving universe where a witch called Entropy ruled. No one quite has the story, but Entropy must have, in a careless moment, let it slip: about the inevitability of dissipation, about randomness and meaninglessness and the doomed trajectory of every particle away from every other particle, about how Shakespeare, if he comes to exist, is the outcome of a trillion trillion monkeys at a trillion trillion keyboards and if he doesn’t come to exist, then the keyboards and the monkeys clatter on anyway until the universe goes dark. It began with their mother, Night, and her finite supply of silver eggs. Eventually the moon fails and everything ends.
Love and Death stirred in a way that worked contrary to nature, that defied every article of Entropy’s iron law.
“There once was …” properly begins a Story about mortals because mortals have but once to act it. This Story is about Immortals, Love and Death, born conjoined twins and hatched from a silver egg. That egg was the first full moon.