On Jupiter, that giant ball of gas, lives an undying creature.
The Great Red Spot slowly creeps to west, eating off the energy of the heart of the planet. Has been doing that for the past 400 years. No one really knows how long it has been there.
The mighty westward father-wind of the north, and the modest eastward mother-wind of the south (Adam and Eve, Mashy and Mashyane, Chaos and Order), rub on each other, all day, feeding the Spot, injecting wave-patterns, shapes and forms, and hot gas into the Red Spot.
They said it all started below in the mother lake of water, that through the clouds of complex organic molecules, all the heat, the electric storms, and the shapes and patterns fed by the divine stream duo, nodes of the conscious network of the storm were formed, which eventually split into the conscious gas beings making up the society of the Great Red Spot.
