We know the creators' work, and upon their land we found the House.
We know the heroes work, and from their skeletons we build the House.
We cherish the progenitors, and with their flesh we fill the House.
We love the lost ones, and with their skin we bind the whole and make it safe.
The land to support, the skeleton to order, the flesh to live, the skin to hold life.
Every time we tell these stories we lie to ourselves. There are no heroes, was no ship-of-ships. Each of our clans has a proud history, which we trace, not back to some agglomeration of vessels, but to our ancestors, the "progenitors," who discovered the treasures of life hidden in the mists of creation. Our parents lied to us, telling us these stories, as did their parents them. Each generation misleading the next, hiding the truth a little deeper. But our parents are the last to tell these lies, for we have reached our collective maturity, and can put aside myth in favour of knowledge.
Understand that the flesh of the progenitors is none other than the lore which each of us holds as our own. It is the name of every clan, the blood of every family. It is experience, and intuition, and our children's schools, and our arts, and our tools, and our emotions, and our dreams. It is not a mystic metaphor, to be raved in the dead of night, but a living metaphor, which our generation will see come to life.
Understand that the bones of the heroes are none other than their plan for our unification. For in the lies which they told us, there is the grain of truth. These pillars are the bones, the structure, the organiser of the great, living mass of theory which we shall create. Our ancestors, whom we name heroes, conspired together, dreaming that we might someday understand all of the lore of our lives, all that which pertains to creation. They gave us these tools, linking them together into a single tool, as are bones linked to each other, that we might find a place within them for all of the flesh of the progenitors which is our history, our culture, our life. These tools are a system of understanding, ripped from the bedrock of the earth, and formed by our ancestor's craft into shapes which will support all of our knowledge, everything which we know, and our children will know, about creation.
Understand that the land was once foreign, that in coming here, our ancestors extracted from it what they deemed fit for their purpose, and raised that to the heavens, leaving the rest to be trod underfoot. The land, you see, is not some mythic creation, but the culture of this land's first inhabitants, which our ancestors, in conquering, adopted to some degree, and discarded to some degree. We can only guess at the nature of those natives, but from their works, we know that they were dedicated to knowledge of knowledge and for knowledge, to systemic and abstract thought, to much, but not to creation.
We must stop believing the stories if we are achieve the glory of which the stories tell. Our glory is not to be in the creation of a living creature, but in a living theory, a unified theory, and theory which embraces all, and which leads us to great deeds, deeds about which true stories may be told.
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This work is Copyright (c) Mike Fletcher 1997