Chapter 13 –
A/N: I finally moved into the university! So inspiration for this story has been going slowly since I've only seen half of season three, I have to wait to see the whole Bartlet-MS trial thing in order to write about it. Don't be surprised if I don't update for a while, but know that I'm always thinking about the story! This chapter is going to abstractly cover a large chunk of time, and basically closes off the first half of the story. Huzzah!
Worlds grow slowly, taking billions and billions of years to be created. Land masses form out of bacteria or micro bodies or God's tears, and amidst one connecting ocean of water trees grow from dirt, grass takes root and slowly, ever so slowly, flowers bloom and life is born.
Worlds evolve slowly, taking billions and billions of years to form into what humans see them as today. Humanity is born out of destruction. After death and nature had wiped out all of forms of life, Humans rose to become the gods of the land, then fell and rose and fell and rose…this is the way of creation. Tragedy breeds miracle, breeds tragedy.
But human life moves quickly through this ever-reaching growth. Days and seconds, hours and years are but moments in the eyes of God. And He works in strange ways. Filling human life with moments and memories inexplicable in nature, filling life with pain, agony and tragedy, giving humans a mind that only recalls the terrible situations in which we endure, the terrifying worlds we slalom through. Moments of happiness are fleeting, while stretches of sadness are paralyzing. And God gives no explanation, and seems to revile in punishing us and revile in praising us. It is a strange life humans led. And so it was for Tori, who was now crawling back from the edge, who now blinked and squinted as the light flooded into her world, guided to humanity by the three she loved and feared the most. Worlds rise and fall, rise and fall…like the stars, like the sun, like the moon, and like life itself.