Far far away in another galaxy, there existed another world. The beings in the world were very much like humans, but their world was a much harsher and colder place than earth. There was a particular being Z, who was born with a more sensitive and empathising spirit than the others.
Z grew up not knowing the ways of the world. Z always thought that the world that she lived in was a cosy place, like in the pod where she was created, warm and fuzzy. When Z was a child, she was ignorant of the things and beings around her. Every being looked like a good being. Every being, big and small who could play with her, Z was happy.
And Z grew up. But as Z grew up, gradually she realised she was just any being who sprouted from a pod. She felt like she was a one and only Z, who has a one and only mind. The world was a harsh place. Z realised that she was not as good as she thought she was. Whispers, murmurs, she could hear things about what others say about her. So ugly... so weird, a put-off, so unkempt... Z suddenly felt lost. No more warm fuzzy feeling. Z started to think why she was created in the pod. Z felt disgusted at her own creation. Z was angry. The world was a cold and harsh place. When Z was away from other beings, this gut of deep dark feeling over took Z. It was overwhelming. Z couldn't take it. So Z started slamming herself against something hard. Until this light-head feeling filled her with calmness.
Z was upset. The beings ridiculed her. Z thought she could have some sense of empathy and compassion for other beings. It was hard. The world was a dark and cold place. Cold, cold place. No one felt that they fit in. No one felt they were totally fine with themselves. They go on and on.... laughing and merry making, with this deep gut feeling of the darkness that the world has brought to them.
Gradually, Z lost her sensitivity for empathy and compassion. She has now become part of the world, not a being set apart for itself. Perhaps it was not only Z who had their initial zeal for good things of the world instilled in them. Perhaps every being felt that they could make a difference. But as time went on, and the world was bigger than them, their spirit faded away, and the big, dark world spun, and the galaxy was slowly moving into the abyss of a black hole. The solar force was dying, the light faded.... and the beings of the world moaned in darkness......
