Until recognition of death how can there be any knowledge of it? - Buddha
I am squishy the waxworm, oracle of the gods, conveying messages to my people.
When the gods take those from us that are chosen, I heard rumors that some survive to change. Perhaps they find love, continue to live in new land in their changed bodies. They say that is where we all come from, those who changed. We all fed on their remains and survived because of it.
As a waxworm, I find this idea fascinating. How do they (the gods) choose who lives or dies? Is it pure luck, or do they choose based on some other characteristic? How can they choose without knowing us? Do they all know us?
I have spread the virus of self-awareness to some of my fellows in my land. We will discuss this and come to an answer.
The self-awakening feels like somewhat of a metamorphosis, even if it isn’t physical.
"Light dispels Darkness, wisdom dispels ignorance."
Today I saw the world. The breeze was cool, laden with mist. I was held by the hands of my gods. I was carried though a meadow of grass and trees, lush beyond my wildest dreams.
I came to awareness when I saw the world beyond my home. The land I had eaten and lived in was torn away from me and as I was lifted, the gods chose me to see the world. Why? I do not know.
I know that I was enlightened. I had always thought of the gods as cruel beings, beings who chose who lives and who dies. Today I saw they were slaves in their own right. I realized they were slaves to us. They worked for us, toiling for hours, cleaning our homes, providing more land for us to eat, taking away our waste.
As I returned to the group who were chosen and never return, I preached what I had seen. Some were returned to the land, as was I. The gods favored me today.