“What am I?” The being asked. A human, Its thoughts replied. It looked down at itself, “But I have not their form?”
A series of emotions played through its mind, symbols and signs all leading to one conclusion. Definition says that I am Human. “How?” It asked itself.
The earth remembers, imprinted and grounds things to a home as represented by a stone resting on solid ground. The air travels, moves great distances and allows movements to allow all things to find a spot they belong represented by a gust of wind. Fire replaces, renews and restores that which is old in order that new life might replace it in greater numbers shown by the ashes of the dead. Water forces beings to adapt, grow and erode so as to complete the cycle of life much like a stream of a river. Man inherits these things and so have we, therefore, we can only be considered human.
“What of other life?” It contemplates, “How shall I be made different?” We will be their representation for all life.
Agreeing with itself, the being decided to take shape as an object on the moon. A stone resting inside a bubble of water, surrounded by a wisp of air, all being consumed by a raging flame. This is how the elemental creature came into being, one that intended to make things, and keep things, more “interesting” for the human race. We shall sit atop the moon and be the man they all wish to be for our desire is only to be the always unreachable dream of man.
