Waiting to be done.
In the beginning there was an area, a world that had a minute object. A creation of art of constant change. It had systems, some could beat like a drum others produced juices for it to survive. It was idle. Like a robot waiting to be plugged in. Waiting to prance around jump up and see, feel, identify. But it couldnt. It needed something. It tried finding it. It climbed bigger objects that were stronger, bigger more dense than it. It climbed into objects that would surround it, that were less denser and of different and weaker material that itself. It tried and tried and tried but couldnt find that ‘something’ in the physical material world. The minute object got sad. It started to sulk and gain rust. It looked up for the last time and wondered at the skies. Probably there was something bigger, vast than what he could not clearly perceive.
The area was merged with another area. Things where different. Things werent substantial. They were denser much much denser that the area the minute object belonged to. Dense enough to pass through heavy denser objects. Within that less denser area that was merged with the denser area was a particle spectrum. The particle spectrum had the capacity of creating great spark. It was floating aimlessly when it came across the minute object. It followed the minute object while it climbed stronger, bigger more denser objects and while it climbed into objects that that would surround it, that were less denser and of different and weaker material that itself. The particle spectrum started liking this minute object. It seemed that the minute object was looking for something and was doing a hard job too. Until the minute object decided to stop looking, the spectrum felt sorry then. Pitied it. The particle spectrum wanted to find what ever was lost so it absorbed itself into the minute object.
At that moment a bond was formed between the lesser denser particle spectrum and the denser minute object that could not be undone. It was like a negative charge bonding with a positive charge. Something natural, something waiting to be done. The bond was formed.
The minute object could instantly see, feel the difference. It jumped with glee, pranced around doing a series of choreographed steps. For the very first time it felt happy, sad, angry, worried. For the very first time it felt its existence.
The bond was formed and there was nothing missing. The minute object explored, multiplied and grew. It lived and continued to live till the minute object became less and less dense. Less dense enough not to be seen by other minute objects. Less dense enough to pass on to the unsubstantial area merged with the substantial area. Along with its particle spectrum. Leaving one area entering another. This had to done. This is what was waiting to be done. And it was done.