Something about the begining of the world has always fascinated us humans. We discuss about the big bang theory, the begining of the world through scientific eyes today. Earlier, it used to be myths wherein people used to talk about it as well. We know about the big bang theory but the more riveting is, I think, the myth..as usual. 
I think personally that the Greeks were the best when it came to story telling, never mind our English and Irish stories or even Grimm's tales. They all fade when it comes to the creation of this earth and how it all began. Here is how it was told:
In the beginning there was no sun to warm the earth. There was no moon to dip her horns and pour the rain. There was no ocean to stretch his arms along earth's shores, and there was not even an earth at all. There was nothing but a mass of elements fighting with each other. There was only Night and Chaos and Darkness.
Black-winged Night floated through the emptiness of Chaos, carrying an egg and planting it in the womb of Darkness. When the egg cracked open, little golden-winged Eros emerged and flapped his wings to dry them. As his wings moved they made a sound, which echoed as it bounced against the walls of empty Chaos.
Eros flapped his wings faster and the sound his wings made grew higher and mixed with the other sound like a duet. His wings moved faster still, and the new sound joined the others like a trio. Faster and faster he flapped his golden wings until Chaos was filled with a symphony of sounds.
The ethers had been asleep for a long, long time. One by one, they awoke to the music and began to dance. Dancing made them gasp for air. They took a deep breath and when they exhaled, flames shot from their noses. In fright, they jumped high into heaven, dancing in circles as they went.
Eros watched the dancing lights. "This is wonderful," he thought. Just then a large lump of brown clay floated past him. "What's this?" he wondered as he grabbed it. It was warm and soft. "It's whatever I want it to be," he decided as he shaped it into a smooth ball. Using his thumbs, he dug crevices. "These are valleys," he said. Then he took the handful of extra clay and sculpted it into a ridge. "These are mountains," he said. He turned the ball around in his palm and looked proudly at his work. "I will call this Earth," he said. Then he spied some water and placed his beautiful ball in it. The water embraced the Earth tenderly and filled it with life.
"How beautiful my Earth is," Eros said as the blue and brown ball floated in the sky. "If there were something bright to light it, it would be lovelier still." As he spoke, he noticed the dancing ethers high in heaven. He made a mold of leftover clay and scooped some of the fiery ethers into it, casting a flaming sun. He placed it near his Earth and the bright sun lit Earth's oceans, as his lovely ball became a shimmering globe, iridescent against the night.
"Now what else can I make?" Eros wondered as he reached his hands into Earth's seas and pulled out a lump of wet clay. "I know; I'll make a moon," he said as he formed a silver crescent, scooping water with it and placing it in the air. Water dripped from the moon's horns and Eros put the Earth beneath it to catch the rain. The moon spun around the Earth and, as it moved, the oceans' waves beat against Earth's shores like a drum. "How lovely," Eros said and he kissed the Earth. No sooner had his lips touched it than forests began to grow, reaching toward the sky with their limbs stretched wide in the sunlight, waiting for the rain.
Eros placed his hands at the top and bottom of his Earth and ice formed to cool his fingers. Then he turned to face the sun and a glowing band of flame spread around the middle of his Earth. Eros took a deep breath and blew across the Earth. As his breath passed beneath the moon's stream of water, clouds formed. Eros' breaths became winds and the sigh that they made when they blew across the warm oceans was very different from the shrill whistle that sounded when they blew against frozen mountains. "These are winds." Eros said, and he gave them each names. He called the gentle western wind Zephyrus. Zephyrus rose when the sky glowed pink with the setting sun. The chill winds which bristled as they blew from the crystalline far north he called Boreas. Then he named the lush and playful tropical south wind Auster. When all three winds blew to the same point on the Earth their territorial argument sounded, and thunder rolled.
Eros looked up and once again saw the ethers dancing happily, high in the sky. He reached out to capture some in his palm. As he peeked into the darkness of his cupped hands, he saw them flash and blink. "You look alive," he said as he gave the ethers wings and released them on the Earth. Blinking on and off, they flew through Earth's gardens. Time passed and they evolved into many different creatures until the land and the sea and the winds carried living, breathing beings, each making its own sounds. All their chirps, whistles, growls and coos became so loud that it woke Heaven and Earth.
Heaven yawned and rolled over in his high bed. Turning his head, he looked below him and noticed the beautiful Earth. She was covered with cloudy, translucent veils.
"I am Uranos, the master of all spirits," he said to her. "Aren't you impressed with my beauty and richness?" he asked as he showered her with meteors and surrounded her with jeweled scarves of sparkling stars. She ignored him.
"Aren't you amazed by my power?" he asked as he commanded crashing storms and flashing bolts of lightning to explode above her. Again, she ignored him.
"Don't you know I love you? Won't you love me too?" he asked, begging as warm tears streamed from his face and fell across her body.
"Yes," she answered. "I will love you."
This then, was the begining of love between heaven and earth and the creation of love.
And when Germany won (5:3), my goodness! you'd think they won the world cup already!! It was mass celebration everywhere. People shouting, "We are going to Berlin!" ( as in German team; the final is in Berlin) all around me. But I must say, it was a great match to watch. 
Good. Phew...now i write again here..
