A man sits quietly lurched over a desk. Focused and diligent, he prepares for his work. Unfolding a leather roll full of tools, and parts. He brings out a box, full of gears and gems. He begins his work with a base of metal plate, then he begins to lay his gears.
In the beginning there was nothing.
He sets his eyes upon his project, he sets his eyes upon what will become.
Then thought appeared for the first time. Without predisposition, without prefix, and conscience. The Thought then became lonely, and brought another, and the Second Thought brought consequence, and predilection. Then Thought brought another, which bore reflection, and wisdom. After Thought then brought others, to improve and expand, and the others thought it best to improve on their own, and their thoughts inspired, and bore more. The First Thought then just became a memory, a façade to the new, and a glimpse of a probable past to the old.
The man places his gears in their place, gems to set weight, and coils to set motion.
With the universe full of Thoughts and ideas, entropy reigned, so some thought of vessels to house Thoughts, to help create ideas, to filter experiences so that all may share perspective, and to give guidance to those who are susceptible to become lost in other Thoughts.
After countless hours, with time passing without notice, the man finishes his geared creation. He gives it a drop of oil, and wipes the beads that bleed out. He breathed life into it by winding its coil. His watch was finished, yet without another he could not set the time. He stands and falls to the floor. Starved, and weakened. Thirst had dried his throat, and he could not let out a scream, a shout, a call, or a whisper. Yet his watch ticks, and tocks with unmatched precision.
Thoughts condensed, and collected, and thus created Conflict, Avarice, and Compassion. Then there were Thoughts’ end.
