HOW IT WORKS?

And as he walked through the wasteland, he knew his life was entering a new stage. He had questioned much of late – not only his life, but his society, his culture, his meaning …
And the sun burnt down upon him, and as he wandered he felt he lost his mind. Demons assaulted him from all sides, and he descended to the ultimate point of knowledge.
Touching this knowledge proved difficult, at first.
But he persevered, tried to make sense of it all, and eventually he saw, he knew – all was visible. And it felt good.
And he returned to the village, and he told his friends of what he had seen, and they did not believe him. But he knew it to be true, and he began to preach.
And one day someone came to him and said: I can see it, too. And from then on, there were two to tell what they had seen, and then there were four, and then there were eight, and then what they had seen came to the knowledge of the shaman.
And the shaman approached him and said: you tell lies. And he said he did not. And he said it with conviction, and his eyes burned with truth, and as the shaman looked into those eyes, he knew that old truth was no more. And the people rejoiced.
And the people found purpose and he said: build a temple, and it was so. And it was a mighty temple, and it imbued the people with good works, and they looked after the temple and looked after each other, for he had told them it was good.
And the chief heard of what they had seen and went to him and said: is what you have seen more powerful than what has been seen before? And he said yes.
And the chief feared the village over the hill, for they were powerful, and they stole their food. And the chief realized new power in the people who had seen, and he rallied them, and said: what you have seen makes you strong and we no longer need to fear.
And they went out in strength to the village over the hill, and the blood flowed and they were victorious. And the chief made a pact with him, one to tell of the truth, the other to guarantee the power of truth, and as the ages passed, and he and the chiefs came and went, great works of humanity were achieved, and great works of art advanced the knowledge of the world, and also the blood flowed as rivers, as the truth they had seen became predominant.
And finally, the scribe gathered the tales of what had been seen. And he took his parchment, and he began:
I am the Lord,
Thy Idea.

© Anthony North, April 2008