Alma Tierra

The book is not written as Shakespeare as this I promise.

I am of no birth nor beginning, from no mother's breath was I stirred. I have known neither the warmth of love nor the fire of hatred. From the mist of time, I wove into existence. Like a tender sapling, my conscience slowly took root, its growth spanning the vast expanse of millennia. Once it was rooted, my awareness became. With the dawn of my insight, boredom crept in. The ancient stirring that first rooted in me, and the first wave of feeling to ripple through existence. In that sacred moment, I discovered the primal spark of life. At the beginning, the winds of failure blew stronger than those of success. Through my failures, I learned. The Eternal Ground was born. It was then I first sensed the spark of pride, and in its wake, love for my creation began to stir. The Second birth of emotion to be wrought. I yearned for this feeling to continue. Through me, greed was brought.