The Girl and The Fish
The Story of the Beginning
To George Toth
At the beginning of times, when Earth was still a cold, desolate wasteland, there was no Sun to warm the beings. Sun was there, 150,000,000 kilometres far from Earth, as it has always been. But a thick layer of grey cloud and dust was keeping the warmth away, preventing life from flourishing.
Still, there were beings on Earth. Lonely creatures wandering in solitude across that barren land. They were far from from each other, even if they would encounter each other. They would not know how to speak, they would not know what to feel. No language, no communication was on Earth at that time, and the beings were moving around just waiting for death to come, and take them away.
There was a girl as well. A solitary little girl. Sad and lonely, she would walk and wait, for her life to pass. She would sleep, awake and walk. All the time, the whole time.
One day, something happened. The girl found a pond. The sky was grey, the air was cold, the girl was wandering, nothing was different to what it had always been. But something different happened as the girl found a small pond, and stopped.
She sat by the pond and did nothing. She was lonely and miserable, as she had always been. So she was expecting nothing from that little pond, as nothing she had ever expected in her young life. Nothing, in that grey land, had really ever happened, so she could imagine nothing and could await nothing.
She was dangling her skinny white legs in the cold, dark water, when something woke her up from her dreamless existence. A fish had bumped into her legs. He too was wandering and had not noticed those white legs.
‘What are you doing here, in my way’, the fish thought, and wanted to ask. And the will to talk, for the first time on Earth, became real.
No words could be told with no language, no language could exist between a fish and a little girl, but the power of the will, the warmth of feeling, could open up that thick grey layer a tiny bit and let the light of Sun come in.
‘Take me home’, the girl thought, in response. And the light broke in a little, again.
From that time on, every day, the girl would come back to the pond, and sit. She would wait, and the fish would come. He would swim between her legs and ask his question.
‘Where is your home, why are you here, when will you be back’. ‘Take me home’, she would answer, always, and the light, for a second, would come in, every time.
One day, the girl came to the pond and talked first. ‘Take me home’, she said. She put her legs in the water and did something she had never done before. She let her body fall, into the dark, cold pond. Panicking that the girl would drown in the water, and abandon him forever, the fish questioned, ‘What are you doing? Do not leave me alone’.
But in the pond with him, the girl was not to die, but to live forever. She would swim around the fish, and smiled at him for the first time when he came close. And she could touch with her nose his little gills.
They would swim around each other, for all the times to come.
‘Take me home’, the girl would say. ‘We are home’, the fish would answer. And their talk, their love, their bodies swimming around each other, burst out so much power, that the light would come in and slowly break into the thick grey dust. For every word they spoke, the light would come in a little.
Warmth came to Earth, and life flourished. No god was out there to bring life to Earth. Just the girl and the fish, and their never-ending love, until the end of times.
‘Take me home’ the girl would say. ‘We are home’ the fish would answer.
