04-11-2020, 02:54 AM
ceres - female - barn owl - tags - tanglewood
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OOC//
An egg does not have thoughts.
An egg does not have feelings.
An egg's job is to contain, to protect, to nurture. An egg's job is not to share opinions or knowledge.
It had been lost by its parents, sure. But did it cry? Did it say wait, you forgot me? Of course not. An egg's job is to put complete faith in the parents that cultivated it. An egg's job is not to worry, only to focus on the child inside.
The child, too, does not have thoughts or feelings. Does it? Likely not. The child's job is to obey the law of its genes, its DNA. The child's job is to create itself. The child's job is to grow. The child's job is to exist long enough to escape the confines of its prison, the egg.
Only then, is the egg's job complete. Only then is the child's first job complete.
This particular child was nearing the end. The final push was within its grasp. It was gathering its strength together to finally make first contact with the shell, to puncture it, to destroy it. The forgeign creature that had decided to roll and move the egg threw it off.
Within its tiny mind, there was confusion. This wasn't supposed to happen. Was this supposed to happen? Was this stage supposed to be this difficult, this disorienting?
The egg stopped. Time passed. The egg stayed still.
Now was its chance.
The first crack webbed across the soft white shell.
An egg does not have thoughts.
An egg does not have feelings.
An egg's job is to contain, to protect, to nurture. An egg's job is not to share opinions or knowledge.
It had been lost by its parents, sure. But did it cry? Did it say wait, you forgot me? Of course not. An egg's job is to put complete faith in the parents that cultivated it. An egg's job is not to worry, only to focus on the child inside.
The child, too, does not have thoughts or feelings. Does it? Likely not. The child's job is to obey the law of its genes, its DNA. The child's job is to create itself. The child's job is to grow. The child's job is to exist long enough to escape the confines of its prison, the egg.
Only then, is the egg's job complete. Only then is the child's first job complete.
This particular child was nearing the end. The final push was within its grasp. It was gathering its strength together to finally make first contact with the shell, to puncture it, to destroy it. The forgeign creature that had decided to roll and move the egg threw it off.
Within its tiny mind, there was confusion. This wasn't supposed to happen. Was this supposed to happen? Was this stage supposed to be this difficult, this disorienting?
The egg stopped. Time passed. The egg stayed still.
Now was its chance.
The first crack webbed across the soft white shell.