In the beginning, the light and the dark were one, God and Satan were a team, and there was a wholeness in creation that was deeper and stronger than perfection could ever be. Man's unwillingness to live with such natural paradox and tensions rent creation in twain, leaving in him a void, a drive to take sides and dismiss the wholeness inherent in the paradox and setting him on a quest for perfection which would never fulfil him.
But nature would continue to remind him of the wholeness in Her in the smallest, qutest and most amusing of ways:
But it was not yet time for man to remember, and this age would pass and come again before another beginning was to come. As has been said:
"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose.... The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of time. But it was a beginning." (Robert Jordan)
And in this Third Age, may the beginning come to fruition; the planting come to harvest; and may creation, which has been rent asunder for time beyond remembering, re-weave itself into the wholeness that is the nature granted it by the Creator, blessed be the Name.