Ama Kit Xmas Gift - 12_2020

Aylla on Gods
She twirled the maple leaf in her hand so fast it blurred into a tornado of orange and red and
finally morphed into a lick of flame.
“Honestly? I don’t know. I think… I think things are wonderful just how they are. The
world doesn’t need gods to be whole, not really. It’s complete all on its own.”
Evgeni stared at her, hands empty and eyes wide with incredulity, seeing only her
blasphemy. “Wha- what?” He shook his head. “The world needs a creator, it needs someone to
organize it. This-” he swung his arms wide, but didn’t sway his gaze to see around him, “can not
possibly be all there is. It defies logic.”
“Does it?” She stopped spinning the leaf and it came to rest between the pads of her
fingers to glow orange under her studious gaze. “Does the world not organize itself? Can we not
see the world create? Out of nothing an oak tree makes a seed, and then from just the air and
water flowing around it that seed sprouts and makes branches and roots and leaves like this one.”
A small smile, like the exploratory first rays of a summer sun, brushed across her face as she
held up the leaf in front of her. For the first time since she’d picked up the leaf Evgeni looked at
it, a blotch of red trying to be holy fire, only to lose it again as she continued, “This leaf was
made from nothing. From matter and energy flowing through the air in a disorganized mess. No
god did that, just a tree. A simple, sturdy, marvelously intricate tree.”
“But what made that tree, told it how to do that?” Evgeni countered. “Ya-”
“Another tree,” Aylla interrupted, and her shining stars of eyes stopped him short. “And
before that another, and another, and another, back so far anything that came before doesn't
matter, not any more. Because all there is right now is trees and trees and more trees - creating
and organizing and living just for the sake of it. And they don’t even need a mind to do it, they
just go! That’s its own brilliance if you ask me.”