World of Carnac
| In the beginning
there was a chaos. Timeless energies swirled in a great
mass of color and light in the soundlessness of space.
Over the millennia the energies gained substance and began
to weave itself into the fabric of what would one day
Out of this fabric a thread, an insignificant piece of
power disentangled itself from the mass. While the essence
of this thread was one and the same as the energies which
at the very moment were evolving, it changed along a separate
path. It alone gained consciousness.
The consciousness comes awake. At first it wanders around
what now has become a star, so compact has the energies
woven itself over the eons. It looks upon the lifeless
star and is touched by his first feeling, sadness.
With his hands outstretched he, Logos, took it upon himself
to create life. For days he shaped what would become the
world Carnac. At first he created the lands, the tallest
mountains and the deepest valleys. He then created the
clouds and the sky. He thought he was finished and he
He watched the world from the mountains, reveling in the
cools winds that swept its peak. He touched the clouds
and felt a wetness like he had never felt before, he liked
the feeling, the cool wet feeling of water. He tasted
it and was amazed by its purity and how refreshing it
was. He thought about this, and he looked down to the
land beneath him. It was dark and dry, and for the first
time he realized that apart from the mountains the world
did not look beautiful, and though the world turned it
was not alive. It did not speak, it did not grow. It would
merely spin for eternity, not unlike the energies it was
He thought of the moisture in the clouds and remembered
the joy he felt in the experience. He wanted the lands
of feel as he felt, he willed the clouds to rain and so
it did. It rained for 49 days and the water carved the
rocks, flooded the valleys and created the ocean. Soon
the world was a splendid blue, like a turquoise jewel
hanging in the colorlessness of space. But there must
be those who can experience the splendors of the rivers,
oceans and lakes. The rocks and mountains as Logos had
learned were lifeless.
Taking the remaining energies from the clay he did not
use to fashion the mountains he created life. First he
created the fishes to swim in the water he loved so much.
Then he planted the trees who would forever favor the
presence of its moisture. Later came the animals then
the soaring birds that further graced the world with life.
Lastly came men whom he created in his likeness, they
too had the power to mold the world to suit their needs
and the first seeds of mankind he placed near the great
rivers which had been created. There they would have all
they need to prosper.
For a time all was well, Logos now a God was content.
And all his creations rejoiced and prospered in the land
bestowed to them. But all was to be undone. In his haste
to create mankind in his own image a piece of clay was
left unused. The clay lay forgotten in the darkest valley
of the new world. There it lay for centuries, waiting
for its turn to be molded into something beautiful. At
first it was patient, Logos has a special plan for me
it thought to itself, maybe he has not yet decided what
to mold me into. But as with everything with consciousness
its patience waned, and it grew bitter. Made of the very
fabric of the world and instilled with a mind not unlike
Logos himself the forgotten piece of clay willed itself
into existence. Bit by bit it transformed and with each
transformation it grew ever more hateful of being forgotten.
By the time Logos recalled the forgotten piece it was
far from too late. Already an entity which named itself
Patos was formed. It rivaled Logos in power but contained
none of the compassion, love and the desire to create
as its counterpart. Instead it longed to twist what Logos
had painstakingly created. As revenge, Patosí first
act of power was to instill change, change which Logos
from the very beginning hated.
From his act came the four seasons, day and night, life
and death. But this wasnít enough; Patos wanted Logos
to experience the pain and abandonment he felt, taking
a handful of sand he infused within every grain what would
be known as the sins of men. Each grain he took and planted
into all of mankind, and with that act men turned away
from Logos, the learned greed, lust and had a desire to
dominate and destroy.
Powerless to stop it, Logos wept.