In the beginning, there was Mother, existing lifelessly in the sea of her dysfunctional womb of chaos. A tragic existence, a story that would break any Mother’s heart. She was in a state of entropy. The state with nothing to love.

 

 

 

 

 

Then Father came. Father, a virtuous Knight, who had come in response to Mother’s mournful slumber. Father, the most powerful authority in the existence of everything, stood proudly with light from his shield shining out lighting her darkest demise witnessing her lifeless existence in pieces. With his Chasity pure, and with utmost chivalry, he knelt before Mother in honor for her love. Mother’s love swept into the space around them. She affectionately felt his sincere generosity and desire in giving meaning for her love. She gracefully pulled him closer embracing his mighty order. She passionately fell in love with him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mother must have truly loved Father. She sacrificed her authority over truth, her very existence through a gigantic explosion, to give him her love. Father, the order of all creation, triumphantly marched on wearing her heart on his sleeve. From that moment on he vowed to protect that love by spending eternity in giving it meaning, and so made her love the first law of all existence.

And so their children were born. Life, driven by her love, to give meaning for their Mother and Father’s sanctimony of marriage.

Mother, lovingly watching her hero ruling over her children from the shadows, patiently waiting, affectionately catching any children that should fall, and nurture them until Father’s return.