The Sun vs. The Moon (folklore)

On the planet of De-Zzonnah San the sun shone most of the time. Although the moon was ever present. Always looking. Always watching. When the world was young. Before the naming of names and the knowledge of difference. There were two. One dark. One light. Their home was a beautiful garden. Vast beyond their comprehension. After many years of living, eating, sleeping, writing songs, existing. The Dark asked the Light if there was anything more, out there, beyond. The light told the Dark not to ask such silly questions; they had everything they needed to live and be happy right here in the garden. The Dark tried to be happy with that answer. And again for a time they were. The light noticed something different, a change in The Dark. They spent less time together. More time writing songs apart. The day finally came when the Dark announced intentions to find what happens next. If anything. 

I will go alone. And If I can, I will return to you and tell of all that I have learned. If I cannot return know that I left to find an answer. I did not leave because of you. 

But you will not stay because of me.

I will not.

With that the Dark left and has yet to re-enter the garden. What the Dark found was aloneness. The peace of being oneself. The Dark thought a lot. Eventually the asking of questions outnumbered the finding of answers. As it turns out it was the asking that mattered. To say that the Dark never returned to the garden would not be courteous to both sides. After many years. Perhaps too many. The Dark returned to share what was learned about the asking of questions. Instead of finding what was expected to be found, the open arms of the Light, as they eagerly recollected from the days long since past. Instead, the Dark was met with a wall.

Hello. It is me.

I do not want you here.

But I have learned so much.

So have I.

Can we not share what we have learned? Our joys? Our sorrows? Become more than we are right now?

I am more. So much more. I have learned of myself. My potential. My destiny. I misspoke. I do not need you.

The Dark returned to aloneness. What before was an endless starry sky of possibilities, was now a small and quiet prison. Too quiet. 

The light raged on. Building an empire. People. Followers. Worshipers. The walls surrounded the garden. Massive stone gates placed in the north and south walls remain the only egress to the world beyond. The Dark built a village. With friends. When the villagers needed more or if they asked about what comes next.

It is the asking that matters most. You have asked now go and seek your answers.

This led the friends of the Dark to be very enterprising. Everything they had they built. The invented. They created. The People of the Light on the other hand were charged a price for their questions. To receive the gifts of the Light the price was devotion.

 You must give me something of yourself.

But I have nothing. 

Have you not love in your heart?

Certainly and I will use it to love and honor you for the rest of my days. I will raise my children to love you.

I do not want you to love me. I want you to give me your love so that I may do with it as I wish.

The People of the Light were very prosperous. They gave of themselves to the Light and in return the Light gave them everything they desired. The Dark wished to see the Light again and every year would return to the garden gates and call to the light. But the Light was jealous and vengeful. No matter how many songs were sung, gifts given and declarations made. The light would not let the Dark back into the garden. The two tribes began to distrust each other. Rumors began to spread. Hate began to breed. What began as a war of the heart became an eon of blood loss and death. At first the Light encouraged this rivalry. Relished in it. Special gifts were given to help aid in battles against the Friends of the Dark. The walls offered protection. The People of the Light awoke feeling invincible. The Dark did not enjoy the fighting. The loss of friends, so much more fragile than they. When their Friends asked for help in battle, the Dark gave the same response

It is the asking that matters most

The fighting continues. The Light and the Dark have receded into the distance. Watching. Blaming. Hurting. Asking the same ineffable question 

What am I without  you? Who do we have if not each other?