posted on Jan, 13 2014 @ 02:41 PM
“Self-Father?”
“Yes, Self-Son?”
“Why did the hairless ones do this to themselves?”
“I would have to say that it is because they are so short lived”, the father paused, “and that they were always in a hurry for some odd reason
or other, maybe because they knew that they were so short lived. They had no patience as a species.”
“But they had great potential, didn’t they? I guess I must admit that I’m confused by all that has happened recently.” The son looked out at
the setting sun. “I know there were those who tried to live peacefully with nature…I’ve observed them. What happened?”
“But those hairless ones did not hold power.”
The son looked up at his father aghast. “But of course they did! They lived peaceably and worked with our Mother, not against her! I saw it with my
own two eyes.”
Self-Father looked down at his Self-Son with sadness in his eyes. “You misunderstand what I am attempting to convey. We are a long lived species and
over the rotations have attuned ourselves to the power that we yield through the Mother. The hairless ones had an entirely different concept of power.
They thought that power was the ability to influence events and each other through things called war, and bartering and withholding or granting
favors. It was something that the majority of them could never escape. You yourself have seen the hairless ones go from living in caves, to living in
tents, to living in structures. They’ve gone from traveling on foot to domesticating animals to making machines to do much of their labor to
launching themselves into orbit. All in the blink of our lifetime’s eye.”
Self-Son looked back out over the valley beneath his home. “So, you’ve seen this before Self-Father? What will happen to them now?”
Self-Father smiled and patted his Self-Son on the shoulder. “Do not worry to much. The survivors will pick themselves up and start over again, and
yet I still hold out hope. They seem to get a bit smarter every time they do this.”