It was an early Sunday, and the sun was late to come up. Normally the sun would rise at exactly 7:00 AM. But today, the sun was too lazy. Mr. sun sat behind a mountain range and lazily snuck his rays over the edge. At the base of the mountain range was a village of farmers. Although a hardworking and practical group of people, they were also hardened. Their existence was void of love and spontaneity. Sharp mountains and a harsh climate carved out a jagged and weathered people. These ridged people existed in an age where time had not been chopped into minutes and days. It was a time where no equations had come around to trap nature into containers. Basically, these people lived in a time where anything was possible, but everything was unpredictable and dangerous too. The severe environment created an intense people. Even the children formed their faces into sharp edges to stay focused on an unpredictable world. Men walked at right angles to ensure they stayed sharp. And the women refrained from dancing because that would distract them from work.
Today all the farmers waited outside their log homes and looked angrily at the lazy sun rays.
“If I could reach you,” said one angry villager “I would let you have it, lazy sun!”
Another villager shared a similar angry remark towards the sun:
“Mr. Sun if you don’t come out and shine your warm light, I will climb up there and pour water on you!”
The villagers didn’t know what to do. They needed the sun to shine on their crops. But to make the sun move seemed impossible. There was soon a frenzy of hurling insults at the sun. During the fusion a young child name Spoon decided she would ask the sun what was wrong. After gathering some food and water Spoon began to march towards the steep and jagged slopes that blocked the sun. The little girl was fierce and determined to reach the sun. She hiked day and night. Sometimes, she would get tired and wanted to stop. But instead, she would yell
“I will reach you sun!”
Then she would cry, and then she would keep marching. After climbing over a particularly tall and spiky mountains the child could see the sun. Her excitement motivated her to run. She was low on sleep and food. She was dearly fatigued. But she ran and ran. Unfortunately, even in these strange times, organic organisms couldn’t run forever without food or sleep. Soon Spoon ran completely out of energy and stopped dead. For a moment time froze and the earth admired her hard work. Even a bird that was flying by took a long look at the little girl and paid his respects with a nod of recognition. But then the rules of nature set back in—time started. Spoon dropped to her knees. Then she fell to her face. However, when she fell to her face, something funny happened: Instead of stopping on the hard and unforgiving earth she fell straight through and exited into ‘upside-down world’. Things in this world were odd. From here she could see the world as plainly as it was. She saw how hard the elements had been working to create a world. She saw the wind as it blew against cliff faces to shape the beautiful mountains. Spoon looked over her head and noticed the heart of the world as it strained to make life come to form. The mountains were lonely and so was the wind. She could see it clearly here. At that moment Spoon felt a point in her chest where there used to be nothing. Then she turned to face the sun and it spoke to her.
“Spoon,” said the sun” I am tired. I have been sending light to this earth for a timeless time and I’m getting tired.”
“What can I do about it” questioned Spoon.
The sun responded: “Do you feel that point in your chest where their used to be nothing?”
“I do” replied Spoon.
“Well,” said the sun “you have been given a heart. It is growing right now. And it will help you to love the mountains and the ground and the sun.”
“What good will that do?” Questioned Spoon.
“When you have a heart, you will be able to send the mountains and dirt and sun energy to keep going.”
Immediately, Spoon knew what to do. She thanked the sun. She kissed her heart. And she returned to the normal world with a heart in her chest. When she got back to the village people were getting ready to go to war with the sun. But before they could go Spoon told the villagers what had happened. They listened intently. And when she finished talking, she gave them all a piece of her heart.
Suddenly they all understood why the sun could not find the strength to rise. They felt love towards the sun. And as they did the sun began to creep its way upwards. The villagers were so grateful. The sharp edges on their faces began to soften and they declared they must do something to celebrate. They wanted to create a gift that would show their gratitude towards the sun. And they did. The children decided to soften the hard lines on their faces. Soon they made goofy-face and smiled big and wide. The men moved in curves instead of at right angles. And the women began to dance wildly.
With hearts in their chests the whole village began to move in a silky-smooth fashion. Their existence shifted from cold and hard to soft and silky smooth.
Inside the Mind 