The land of crystal


Once a place existed where beings could spin the most intricate and complex structures out of crystal. They were beautiful, gravity-defying structures with sweeping curves, tear drop shapes, and filigree patterns. These ephemeral creatures, were vaguely human in form, but with poorly defined senses. It was hard to tell if they had eyes, a nose or ears, but their movements were fast, and purposeful. You could stand right next to them, and your presence wouldn’t appear noticed. They made strange sounds, as if communicating; it was a mournful low-pitched moan mimicking the fickle winds that blew across the turbulent waters. This place was not particularly hospitable, it had a lost and lonely feel, and the residents’ purpose for their creations was unclear.


The crystal materialised just beyond their hands, and they seemed to express two discernible behaviours. During the creation of the transparent forms, movements were fluid, earnest and graceful. A palpable sense of euphoria emitted from their shape making. However, this didn’t last long. For some reason, these creatures were building their elaborate designs in the sea! The inclement weather and unpredictable surging waves were not kind to these brittle structures. Suddenly, a different dance emerged. Frantic, sometimes random and jerking movements were made as cracks appeared in different parts. The more detailed the crystalline shapes, the more complex the repairs became. They had to work alone. Their poorly developed senses made them oblivious to the travails of immediate neighbours, and even those who could see better, were disorientated by the distorting effect of the convex and concave surfaces. The apparent transparency of these creations was purely illusory.


Listening for just a short while, you could hear the tragically beautiful sound of splintering and tinkling, when a whole structure collapsed from a seemingly inconsequential hairline crack. The being would sit dazed, surrounded by multiple tiny shards. In this state, it seemed unable to create more crystal, but instead endured a painful process of removing glasslike pieces; vulnerable, floating on a shard, exposed, and wounded.


However, at this moment when these creatures seemed at their most pathetic and lost, something delightful could happen. Sadly, most would return to their shape making, often similar in design, but with some variation to the previous doomed structure. Occasionally, a metamorphosis took place. Where the shapeless face once existed, discernable sensory organs started to emerge: eyes, blinking, a nose appreciating exotic scents, and ears detecting sounds above the moans of the sea. In their altered form, they would move towards land. The smells that lured them came from a bamboo-like forest. This material would initially seem unappealing, rather simple, and inelegant compared to the glassy smoothness of before, but for the first time their hands could run across a surface and appreciate natural unevenness. They watched how it bent and swayed but didn’t break when the sea winds swept through their stems and branches. With increasing confidence of newly found senses, these creatures of transformation were emboldened to explore. Deeper inside, their reward would come from discovery of simple dwellings made with this flexible and abundant material. Finally, to their amazement, they stood and watched others like them working together to build homes with windows to see out of, and doors to enter.


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A man who is trying to find a place in the world of today, and daring to hope there is work out there to energise and fulfil. I have a lot of life experiences and reflections to share, from a rather neurotic, self doubting perspective(!)

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