Transparent and Transcending

The aspen among the firs shivered in the breeze. 

The middle of the Age had been reached. The period of Reminisce had begun. Aspen recalled the beginning of the Age, the forming of himself and his siblings. IT had allowed them to choose their form, but Aspen felt as if this Age was different. As his sibling chose their form, he began to step in line with them, as each continued the traditional following of the eldest. All chose the same. Aspen was the youngest. Aspen had always chosen like the others. This Age was different though. Aspen became new, and IT was pleased with Aspen. Every logical path had told him to follow, but his heart, his feeling...he knew he had chosen right to be different. The others were shocked, in fact they still hadn't spoken back to him since the beginning of this Age. But he didn't mind. Life was simple, alone, silent, but full. The solitude filled him with the music of the wind, the art IT all around, through the natural way. Aspen was surrounded by many, but all he needed was himself. Ah, the beginning of the Age, such a splendidly long time ago. The pure image of himself he had never seen, but among the likeness of the rest of the Body, the simplicity and natural form of Aspen was astounding. In and through everything, he stood. Through him you could see, but it was through him that everything could be seen. Aspen was different. Alone. Sentimental. But Aspen was transcendent, and existence was simple in this form.