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Our mythic fable continues.

Our newborn earth was a far different place then the one we call home today.  On a smaller scale, but similar to the emptiness of pre-atomic space, it was a canvas void of life, hope and god.  The molten surface hissed with noxious gasses and ebbed and flowed at the will of the gravitational big brother sun.  As it spun on it’s newly created axis it cooled creating a rocky crust, carrying the maternal resemblance given it by Mother Rock.

Gasses continued to be created and released by the still forming planet.  Sulfur, nitrogen, hydrogen and oxygen were just some of the byproducts of this raging torrent struggling to survive in its earliest phase of planetary infancy.   The heat of the still flowing magma and the cooling of the infant shell caused the hydrogen and oxygen molecules to join, almost as if in tribute to the ancestral electrons trillions of years earlier.  Moisture developed in the newly established atmosphere and for the first time in all time water formed and fell on the still smoldering surface in the form of rain.  It was as if tears of joy were flowing from the spirit of Mother Rock on her proud descendent planet earth.   And flow they did.

Great rivers formed which fed even greater lakes.  Lakes grew into oceans and after billions of years of constant torrents the oceans joined together, uniting until much of the young planet was covered with water.  Only one rocky crag remained jutting out of the almost all-consuming master ocean known as Panthalassa.  For a new mother had survived and risen above this ocean’s caustic waves.  The earth had existed some 4 billion years but now witnessed the birth of the mother continent of Pangaea.

Mother Pangaea was stark and desolate, her only inhabitants were her self-made mountains which grew to great heights only to tumble into the sea and increase her rocky shore.  While made of rock she remained as unstable as the chaos that created her.  Huge scars formed across her barren landscape from massive quakes which broke her apart into movable plates floating on the earth’s molten core.  Perhaps it was the hopeless desolation that caused Pangaea to nearly self destruct before she even had a chance to fulfill her destiny.  Or perhaps it was the spirit of Mother Rock that dwelled deep within her; guiding her to the eternal truth that only through destruction can we create life.

As Mother Pangaea continued to shift and move pools of caustic rain formed in her deep scars.  These pools were heated by the still-escaping gasses trapped deep in the earth’s core.  The pools heated to steam and rained back down onto the rocky plane.  The heat of day and cool of night caused changes in atmospheric pressure creating winds of mixing gasses.  There were great storms and hurricanes which battered Mother Pangaea before they moved out to sea.  The pools grew in size and as they did gasses and chemical elements mixed as if in a massive cauldron.  But this was no ordinary brew.

Within the pools lay all the elements of life, waiting as if for a cue to reach the exact temperature and mixture to begin their most remarkable transformation.  For Mother Pangaea was indeed doomed to the destruction of her moving plates.  Soon she would die in childbirth like Mother Rock before her, and become but a memory as each of her offspring traveled in their own direction creating the firmaments we now know as continents.

But before her final quake she surrendered her very soul to the nurturing pools of primordial ooze held within her bosom.  For it was her chemical elements and her loving heat that would incubate the inanimate into something other than just another new element.  As her pools reached their ideal temperature and the winds of toxic gasses swirled into the atmosphere replaced by an air supply rich in oxygen the elements combined into a single cell.  A cell so new, so unique, so infinitely hopeful that Mother Pangaea no longer rued her own demise. 

Having faithfully fulfilled her destiny Mother Pangaea willfully drifted into pieces having not only created the seven great continents but also having created the Mother Cell of life itself.

Our modern myth continues tomorrow.