The Glove Given

After the box had been made, this architect thought of how she might escape. Examining hands now, both gauntlets could be seen- creation, and destruction. Could the box be conceived, must less achieved, without the ability to influence reality in these ways? If these things could not be accomplished without gloves, did it reason that escaping was the same way? So the architect fashioned a plan, that love might be released by its own hand. 

And in the conception of such a thing, such a thing was conceived. Though the architect could not know, these well intentioned words could be found as seeds inside; long ago this one had been planted, and harvested, and what it produced was now overflowing in the barn. All that remained was to understand, to a degree (for they were still not reunited), and confirm the words once written. So, with a thought and a stroke of "the pen" (for it was not a pen as such), the architect made tangible the glove in the box, as if giving one up.

That's the thing though, how is one to know which glove was given? The process itself combined the realms of "inside" and "outside" in such unpredictable and thorough ways that, in any given moment, an act of destruction might bring creation, and an act of creation, destruction. With the multiple dimensions involved, the level on which the actual "act" was done was not clear either; like a ship reaching the shore buffeted by waves, no one could trace its precise path, with any amount of focused effort. The gloves' effects had always been produced by intention and, with a smooth shifting of gears which accompanied and allowed for the smooth merging of realms, even a singular intention could result in a circuitous and near instantaneous path to the outcome, so even a careful observer could not tie a glove's original nature to its current effects. Certainly it seemed there was still some level on which one gauntlet created and the other destroyed, but even if an observer could trace one glove's origin to before this moment, would such insight provide any benefit? If one had been watching closely, and could say "this architect must have had the gauntlet of creation because the story written became real." does that bear any meaning to the nature of the gauntlet possessed today, now that everything has changed?

Furthermore, are not suppositions still being made? If all the world is a stage, could not a carpenter or mason build a home by destroying a portion of what people consider to be "solid state" or "ground," in a precise fashion? Only The Cornerstone would be immune to the directional confusion of such a maneuver but, as of yet, this Cornerstone has not been revealed again, so who is to say, besides The Cornerstone, that even the act of creation through The Word cannot, in a specific instance, be described as carving a specific path through a story, of unimaginable dimensions, that, in a sense incomprehensible to us, simply is? 

Here and now, where they both called home, these points of who possessed what were effectively moot. Like a flaming sword passed between, with neither strain nor fumbling on either side, each possessed a glove that had effectively become a twin of the other one, from all perspectives that they could foreseeably encounter. Hand in hand they walked; hand in hand we walked; in a realm now most malleable, but one now like a singular rose possessing a charm we would never be quick to pluck, or perhaps a rosebush we would likely be hesitant to even prune.