In the perfect age, when men and women were gods, they gazed upon a different sky. Not so, distant planets, ne'er a view by day or night, mistaken for lonely stars well past their prime. It evoked joy to look upon, that heavenly, earthly wonder, made perfect by the beauty of their minds. It was their creation but they had to be guided into remembering their distant past and their beckoning future. They chose themselves to be the ones for which all others would aspire and follow.
What a world they created, honed from wondrous thoughts and imaginings set free at last from prisons conceived when truth faded from their eyes. Unleashed they flew and soared without limit or boundary and dared conceive the impossible and improbable.
The world then reflected perfectly the inner beauty of those walking upon it. Four legs, two legs, eight legs, all lived together well, without fear of being eaten or spoken to in cross tones.
And the planets! There to gaze upon with awa and wonder. Up close and personal and filling the skies. They were all there, 'cepting Venus, as yet unborn. Her birth indicated the shift, the tipping, the unbalanced and the dualistic. It was she, thrust from Jupiter that began the fear and insecurity of all living creatures and it is her return to the womb that will signify the new beginning.
I intend to be reborn in the age of harmony and I will contribute to that society my virtues and attributes I have learned through this awakening time, this Sangamyuga, the age of truth.
