|we watched a movie on orangutans, and afterwards I found my mouth hanging open
||[Oct. 5th, 2009|11:30 pm]
Some other day anyways
Before the naming of things, the world was wild and boundless. That which would become Rabbit was as likely to hunt that which would become Fox as to flee from it. That which would become Tree was as likely to walk like that which would become Man as to tangle its branches against the sun. That which would become Man was as likely to fly like that which would become Bird as to speak. The rivers wandered and sang and the mountains shifted and danced. The beasts and plants understood the minds of one another like one.|
Except for that which would become Cat, for cats have been different since Sky first breathed life into the oceans of Earth. That which would be Cat sat on the high places of the Earth to watch, and was dissatisfied.
One day, that which would become Cat, went to Sky and wound about his knees. Sky turned his gaze to that which would become Cat, and in a voice of thunder, asked "What?"
"Sky," mewled that which would become Cat, "This world is twisted like the heart of one who weeps, for there are no boundaries between things."
And Sky sighed, for, since his sons had fallen, he knew what it was to weep. He turned his gaze to the world below and saw that all was chaos and he spoke again to that which would become Cat.
"I will name all things and so all will be separate. You will know how it is to be oneself, but you will not know how it is to be a thing which flies at night. But before I do this, do you speak for all things?"
"I do," lied that which would become Cat.
And so Sky looked upon all things and named them names that only they could know. The trees stood and tangled their arms against the sun. Man walked upon the earth and spoke. Bird flew, Fox hunted, and Rabbit fled. The rivers flowed silent and the mountains rose up clear and still. All was beautiful and clear and lonely.
Cat again went to the high places of Earth to watch and again was displeased.
So Cat went back to Sky, for cats have been changeable of mind since Sky first breathed life into the oceans of Earth. Cat rubbed about Sky's knees until Sky looked down and thundered, "What?"
"Ah Sky, each thing is alone like one who mourns, for there is no connection between things."
Sky sighed again, for, since his sons had fallen, he knew what it was to mourn alone. He turned his gaze to the world and saw that all was self-absorbed and unconscious. He spoke again to Cat.
"I cannot take away a thing's name, but I will make all things forget. But you will feel the edge of your forgotten name, just as you will feel the edge of having forgotten what it is to be another. But before I do this, do you speak for all things?"
"I do," lied Cat once again.
The Trees waved and stretched and though Man walked upon Earth, he crafted wings. Though Bird flew, he mocked the speech of Man. The Fox did not always hunt the Rabbit and the Rabbit did not always flee. The rivers sang, and the mountains, from time to time, danced just a very little bit.
Cat sat upon the high places of Earth and was pleased with what he saw, and so he went down and sat in the lap of Man and purred, for that is how cats have been since Sky first breathed life into the oceans of Earth.
And so, my friends, all things are themselves, but they do not know their names and that is why we ask what it is to be a bat.