One day, a hole in the earth appeared. There had been other holes, but this one seemed different. It lingered longer than it should have, and, upon a closer look, it looked to be deeper than other observed holes. The townspeople grabbed their shovels, ready to go to work to repair this section of town. But when the masses gave it a true inspection, it was clear this was no ordinary hole.
An expedition was tasked to research, since this was no ordinary hole, after all. It was worth a holistic investigation. Equipment on their backs, they descended into the deep. Immediately they learned that it was not just a hole. It was a cave, a maw, a long and twisting underground chamber. This was not to be a simple exploration.
Their first discovery on their expedition was sadness. The walls of the cavern showed the scars from a great battle, an emotional war that was waged over a short amount of time – a surprise to the investigators. This isn’t something we’ve seen in many years, they said. Why did this happen, they wondered. The battle left craters in the cavern, forcing the men and women to watch their step, lest they twist an ankle. Tiny shards of emotion, diamond shaped fragments littered the walls, jagged edges that cut deep if you’re not careful.
It was overwhelming and the inspectors debated an end to their search. But curiosity drove them and they decided to press on. We need to know what caused this, they said to one another. Onward they pressed.
Their second discovery was doubt. Questions marks dotted the walls, challenging the choices that were made.
Their third discovery was anger. The past fires of the caves burned hot, large black scores into the walls of crevasse. The investigators felt the dissent for the past actions taken, a burning for poor responsibility for the feelings at hand. But the most anger was directed inward.
Their fourth discovery was jealousy. Intricate paintings of pairs, sharing themselves with each other. The embrace of countless lovers, while lone souls sat far to the side, pining.
They found it. It took them weeks, almost months, but they found it. Buried at the bottom, steaming from the wreckage it caused, they got to the bottom of it. Loss. Placing their hands upon it, they could feel the sense of longing. This was something buried long ago, an icon of a time when things were better, pure, happy. But when those times passed, it transformed into loss and crashed, burying itself deep within the ground. The expedition was silent, their hearts tugged at the gravity of what was in front of them.
The expedition thought best to move Loss so that the hole may be repaired. One of them bent over to lift it alone, but could not. The weight of Loss was immeasurable, it’s mass bigger than the sum of it’s parts. It was clear that no one can carry this burden alone.
Without warning, ropes descended from the mouth of the cave, falling like a sudden rainstorm. The townspeople, unprompted, came to the lip of the cave and offered a hand. Without expectation, they worked seamlessly, motivated to move Loss, no matter how long it took.