The Perfect World
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the water. (Genesis 1:1-2)
Eyes open. Like magic, or a snap between two fingers, I open my eyes. But nothing can be seen. The Darkness has blanketed the whole world in front of my eyes. After a while, I recognize myself. Hold on a second, what did I notice? Yes, that is right, it is myself. What is “I”? What am I? I ask myself. I am, I think for a while… myself! A fine smile climbs onto my face. Seems I am satisfy with my answer, although I don’t even know where those ideas are coming from. I lift my upper body and look around. Still, nothing is in my sight. As result, did I just look around or did I just process this strange thought of looking around in a completely dark place? I can’t help but have those strange thoughts striking my head. Were my eyes really opened? I don’t know the answer. I can only feel it. I put my hands on the ground to help me position. Immediately, my hand feels something. Something soft, wavelike and cool like air slips thought my fingers as I hold my hand back. This is water. I recognize it immediately. Although I believe this is the first time we’ve met. As I said, sometimes strange things pops in my head. I want to know the water more, but I can’t see anything in this darkness. I can only feel. So I put my whole arm into the water, to examine it closer. I can feel waves spread as my arm penetrates the surface. Next, a very cold temperature pierces my skin, but I don’t feel harm. This new experiment excites me. There must be something new, something more interesting around here. I stand, as I immediately recognize, upon the water. I start walking.
And God said, Let there be light and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light day and the darkness he called night. And the evening and the morning were the first day. (Genesis 1:3-5)
Nothing exists, in this world of silence and darkness. Therefore, I don’t exist in this world as well. But I exist, in my self. This is such a strange thought that I can’t help but stop myself. I think, therefore I am. I smile, because I love this idea, one is perfect because nothing can contrast its inperfectness, and two is completed because the existance of an object must be proved by itself and the opposite of itself. Therefore I am not compelted, because I can only prove the existence of myself within myself, but not in this world. Therefore, if following the same concept; this world is not compelted as well. So now, let me complete this world. Another strange idea comes to mind. To make myself exist in this world, what do I need? I ask myself. In less than one second I know the answer. It is the existence of the world. “Let there be light” I command loudly to this world. And there are the lights, shining up from the water beneath my feet, one by one like beaming pearls. It stays in front of me, hangs in the middle of nowhere. And there is me, standing above the surface of water. I look down at myself. And there was nothing but water. How is it possible that I can’t see myself, but at the same time, I know I am here standing above water, and I can feel myself and each part of my body. But the truth is, I can’t see my feet and my body, where I feel they are supposed to exist. At least, I know what this world of water looks like. It looks like nothing, nothing different than the deep above my head. I raise my eyes upward and turn my attention to this endless expanding water field, with tiny shining street lights in front me. I try to explore this world, but darkness won’t let me. It is so strange to look in a world fragmented by darkness. However, it is impossible to get rid of darkness, unless I fill the world with light. But then the light will blind everything and the world will be the same as the dark and silent world I lived in before. I point my finger toward the sky, “Gather.” The lights gather from all directions, filling half of the world with a luminous light. Even is important, I think to myself. From now on, I point to the light, “Your name is Day.” Then I point to the darkness, “Your name is Night, and both of you will cover half of the world, but you must move as time goes.” Then the light and darkness start moving. And I continue my walk.
And God said, Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide the waters from the waters. And God made the firmament, and divided the waters which were under the firmament from the waters which were above the firmament: and it was so. And God called the firmament Heaven. And the evening and the morning were the second day. (Genesis 1:6-8)
What is me? As I am walking upon the water, this question comes to my mind. As I look down to the water, there are no reflections of myself. What am I? Even the whole world exists, and yet there isn’t anything that can tell me. This time I cannot answer those questions. What gives definition to my self? I raise my head and look up to the ultimate sky. The light has been moving away and now the world has been filled with darkness again. What if I had not come up with the idea of light, I wonder; can darkness exist within itself? The definition of darkness is the opposite of light. Lack of light results in darkness. But darkness, if no light exists, can not define itself. After a while, light appears on the horizon. And I, in order to define myself, must… command the world with my powerful voice, “Copy.” Nothing happen, everything remain as it was. However the whole world has been copied. All I need to do is to seperate them. “Filp” I commaned. Just a blink, the copied world flips. Top moves to bottom, like a mirror image. Now water lays both above my head and beneath my feet. They all looks the same, except one thing: my self. I lay on the surface of water and watch the water sky above me. Nothing exists on the other side except water. If myself cannot be copied with the world, then that means I am not existing with the world. Although I am existing within this world, however I am not exisiting with this world. The existence of myself, as I put my arm into the water, can only be proved by a few waves. I don’t even know, if my arm is the real physcial object that break the surface of water or was my mind controlling the water to made those waves. I am depressed, frustrated and lots of other questions are running through my mind at the same time. When I copied this world, did I move to the copy or stay with the original one? Am I some invisible being that can’t be seen in both this world nor the opposite side of the world? Did I copy the world or create a new world, or are they merely mirror images? I can’t answer any of these questions, but I can set up an original point from now on, to mark the beginning of my creation and the departure of this world. I point to the firmament beneath my feet, “From this moment, your name is Heaven. ” It is strange to name this firmament beneath me, because if an exact copy of me does exist in the opposite firmament, I believe it will call where I stand “Heaven” as well. This is the purpose for giving the name to the firmament, a method to define the original. If you do exist, what will you call your firmament? How will you create your world? I keep asking myself questions that I’ve never thought of. Then I took one step further to ask myself, am I the original one that exists in this world or just a copy of the original? Those are interesting questions that keep me patiently waiting for a response from the other side. As I wait, I continue my walk on the surface of the water.