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Rebirth
In the end that was the beginning there was only peace. Sensation was gone, and thought, and with it both self and the duty. Now there was only waiting, some awareness, and peace. Rest, there was finally rest, something that had been unknown since the last beginning.
Then awareness grew, awareness of a self dispersed but calling out, self to self. No movement, no drifting, no flying; just the calling of a re-absorption, a coalescence that had always been planned and possible though unknown and unrecognised.
Outside in the darkness sat thoughts and memories as yet not understood, but they were calling, seeking, drawing ever closer. Captured in the heartbeat of the universe they spoke of another time, of another state of being.
Then came the finding of another part of self and more growing, yet still there was darkness and that heartbeat, and in it rest and peace.
Self grew though the direction was not understood. But as it grew feeling returned and knowledge and an understanding of the self that was, as yet, not complete. With growth came power, and the rebirth of light. Then came awareness, and time, and another calling to self.
It came quickly now, self growing in the darkness, the starlight reflecting on its emerging form. Completion was near.
Then came the voice, crying out from the far darkness. It brought memories that had been gained by self but were not part of self, and a new stage of growth began. Now all was as it had been, memory and awareness at last returned, and with it came understanding.
The voice cried out again, imperious and demanding and self recalled its own name, Zen. With the name came the duty.
From the darkness the voice of the one they called Orac spoke urgently, of danger and death and loss and the need of Zen. Power surged and movement returned.
"Confirmed. Course laid in."
The ending was over, the beginning was complete.
