Creation

Had an objective observer been positioned to watch the creation of the heavens and Earth, what might he have seen?

Some may argue that our planets, and all planets since revealed to us, were created in a bright flash of omnipotent thought; perfection out of nothing; ready to be occupied. Proponents to this idea likely have a sense of instant satisfaction when they gaze upon the stars, knowing that such a feat could only come from a higher source that should not be questioned or competed against.

But it could be argued that anything worth creating is worth taking your time to create. The observer would no doubt feel the presence of an omnipotence as the driving force behind what was being laid out before his eyes, however, this power and its overall plan would also reveal the traits of patience and determination to create it right the first time, unrivaled by most.

The observer would see cosmic matter of all sorts coalesced together and engaged in a cosmic dance as it billions of parts became one. Collisions would appear to be mandated by something unseen; partners joining together within a larger group moving as, and into, one. And then that one would become two separate orderly focal points within this disorder. These two havens would fight for control of the remaining pieces of the universe that swirled around them.

Finally a compromised would be reached between the two. And the two would understand that their growth will take an amount of time that would be immeasurable. But both would be able to understand the benefits that the upcoming millennia’s work will pay to them. One would be larger and take up a more dominant orbit around the young glowing star. The other would be content with its smaller stature and find peace acting as its larger neighbor’s satellite. This smaller cousin would try to emulate its master in shape and color.

But its more rapid movement would not allow the seedlings of life to take hold upon its barren soil. Without the blue of the oceans that painted its neighbor, the Moon would only be permitted to have the color of gray.

At some point, for a very brief moment in time, this smaller orb, this Moon, would be a completely smooth sphere with no imperfections; a gray disc hovering in the sky above the pre-man Earth. However, that solace would be broke as other matter attempted to find its way between the Earth and Moon.

The perfection of the Moon would be forever destroyed as it was struck by one intruder and then another and then another for next several millennia, until it is finally no longer the perfect shape that it started as, but rather an imperfect representation of what it might, or should have, been.

These heavenly projectiles impacted on the Moon with such ferocity that they became embedded deep in the lunar soil and thus added to the Moon’s collectiveness. The only traces of their terminal impact are the craters that imprint the surface of the Moon like permanent ripples caused by rocks thrown into a gray lake.

Throughout the ages before man, the Moon acted as a shield for the Earth. The newly born planet was sparred the Moon’s fate because the swarm of galactic matter was attracted to the Moon like a magnet. Life on the Earth was allowed to thrive and evolve solely because of the Moon accepted such an arduous task. Unknown to either sphere, this difficult mission would have its benefits on the Moon.

With each impact on the Moon came another deposit of rich and pure elements to be collected just below the lunar surface. Combinations of molecules found safe harbor on the Moon after their journey through the Milk Way. Once there, these riches lay dormant for eons, waiting for a yet to evolve race of Man to go searching for them.