Part Three Birth of Communication At any cost, it was these two who broke some kind of rule in the land called 'The Garden,' the area being Eden. The other thing I and Little-eyes thought remarkable, while watching this hard to believe happening taking place, was the two had some kind of language: speech. They were actually communicating quite easily with one another. I am not sure how long they existed in that so called Garden, but they had formulated this thing called verbal communication quite well, Little-eyes called it: 'The Tongue', unlike our communicational skills, which was most difficult for us to express: this impenetrability we called a blockage, or barrier we had, that is, we had in the Horde; to further this, we proved our communication"?time and again"?to be somewhat of a hurdle, if not down right a hindrance"?so seeing this in actuality, The Tongue working was remarkable to say the least. As I was about to say before I got carried away, the hindrance, was that in time of dire need, specifically in time of calamitous need"?we found we could not communicate with one another fast enough, to digest quick enough the presentation, or report that our fellow comrades were trying to deliver to us, thus calamity prevailed often, not always, but often; yet as I look back, it eliminated a lot of useless repartee, or chitchat, that was of course the good omen of the bad communication we had. Their communication was even better than the People of the Fire's. Little-eyes and I never did tell anyone all of this: that is, the spotting of the new breed, thus the Horde was unknowing for awhile; --yes, no one really knew the full story, I mean, the all of it. Well, it, it was just too astonishing to believe anyway: it was too, beyond belief, plus too hard to translate. [Short-legs had to tell Little-eyes something, and so he did: poorly: and weather-beaten, since no one else was present (("?saying at this point: 'It's your fault we're here.')) but what he was, was scared, petrified of, the situation at hand, and Little-eyes knew this and smiled, almost laughed"?for normally he was the one that got frightened; so this time Short-legs was fearful in a anticlimactic way. Little-eyes shook his head somewhat, as if to say, 'This is no big thing,' and especially it shouldn't be for his care-free friend he thought"?who was suppose to be carefree, and lighthearted, the one free of woman's domination and most worries in life, plus, it being forenoon, the sun was out"?and if danger came from these two creatures, they could run like the dickens. On the other hand Little-eyes knew his friend Short-legs had few people to trust his fear to: to let it out: and in a way, that is what Little-eyes figured his friend was doing, trying to do, let it out. And so here he tried to pacify the situation, make light of it; thus, Short-legs quickly got over it, pushing the panic away from him, gaining his composure back; smiling again at Little-eyes.] and they resumed where they had left off...in wonderment over the new happening they were witnessing, peeking their heads out of the flora, flowers, vegetation again. [The dreamer] I remember what had come to mind during this segment of my dream, as odd as it may seem, I thought of the whole universe seemingly as a spiritual realm, and with its own consciousness; and somehow the Earth with its physical atmospheric-canopy separated from this phenomenon; thus, the inhabitants of the earth separated also from the spiritual-invisibles. As a result, possibly the Garden had belonged to this grandeur specialty that is part of the spiritual-universe. And when the couple had to leave the Garden for a moment stepped into the physical sphere of the Earth [out of its spiritual], and in time, vacated that dominion for good, where time and space were not equal to a clock; --where a minute on earth may have equaled a second in the heavens or in the Garden; --henceforth, the Garden disappeared in its spiritual capacity. And so by and by, these thoughts came, and left and my dream as my dream went on, went forward... We, the People of the Horde, our sect, reacted to inferences, forecasts created, as well as on responses; this of course involved experience and observation for the most part,--needless to say, but I will, such actions by others is how I, Short-legs and all the rest of our Horde expressed their intentions. There were about 260-folks in the Horde; but only a few elders survived to be of the ripe old age of 50-plus. The number of children compared with gender were pretty equal, female to males that is [at least in the past it was so], yet some of the females were being killed by Big-chest, making the balance a little lopsided. But I will explain that a little later. We learned to speak slowly to get our messages across"?thus, we were double sure to get our meaning to the other, which eliminated often potential hysteria; it was more in sounds and gestures, many hand, face, shoulder, leg and eye movements. I'll give you a few examples [and we were very keen at this]: when Little-eyes would slap his forehead, I knew he did something stupid, likewise, if I put my forefinger into the center of my forehead, kind of in a tapping motion, he knew I felt as if I was crazy, or mad, that is, I was going crazy or mad. My father always put his forefinger by his forehead, usually slightly to one side of the center line, and tried to let me know he was smart, cleaver; --he was smart alright, in a dumb way, he never did nothing for us, or anyone, just sit in that dumb old tree hiding from the world, eating bananas and acorns; if that was smart, then so be it. We called him, when we wanted to make jest, 'sitting banana.' Let me continue: Big-chest used his forefinger to point, it was always a threat involved it seemed, yet when mom did that it indicated direction which was usually a response to follow or come before an action took place. Most of the Horde did what was called the chin withdraw in times of dread: or danger"?we all knew this gesture: the chin was retracted, and it seemed an automatic response came out thereafter. We used this form of communication when we would see the People of the Fire, or the Stone-People for that matter: or the man-eaters [lions]"?specifically the man-eaters. Even sometimes when we'd go to the Banana Cave we'd use this response to get out our frustrations. Many of the Horde's folks used the chest-cross, as did the People of the Fire. That is to say, they and we would put our hands across our chest [s], as if to say: "I swear:"? or this is the "truth:"? not sure where we learned this from, this form of symbolic-language, but to be honest, I've even seen the Stone-People use this kind of language often, we were just better at it than they, and to be frank, we were not better at many things than they, so we were proud of this, our symbolic-language, to say the least; but then they were better at the verbal expressions; which in time of need, was of course better in the long run. And I must add, for the sake of Big-chest, he'd use the 'chest-beat' a lot, I think he was trying to say, "I am strong,"? ----let me restate that, I do not think, I know that is what he did it for. And of course, he got his point across, for he was very strong indeed; in short, he'd hit his chest several times"?as if to heat up his body"?with one or both fists, like a drum the People of the Fire used; but then we all knew he was just an uncommon ruffian. I shouldn't admit this but I will, by and by, when I wanted to get someone angry for fun, when I was younger of course, I'd do the 'buttocks slap,' that is, bend over to show my buttocks and slap them centrally"?as I dallied about. That would anger anyone, and was the worse insult you could give a creature [man or beast]. But truthfully, I only did that twice, really, that's the truth, the very, very true-truth. I told Little-eyes I did it more often, and longer at times, so we'd have a longer laugh of course, but when I did it to him, he didn't like such goings-on, and just shook his head at me; I relented, and said I'd not do it again, that was the second time I do believe. The females in our Horde when in a group, sitting around, would play with their hair, and move their legs every which way, cross them to entice a potential mate I expect; they were sneakier than us males"?you know, with such physical gestures. They would signal to their female friends a warning by playing with their ears, O yes, O yes"?those ears. Sometimes they would rotate their hands back and forth indicating they did not care who they'd end up with, male or female, they just wanted to be warm with someone, caressed I do believe. The Stone-People did the same thing, but the Branch-People never did. When the females were taken to the caves by the males they'd say 'no' by shaking her head left to right, although this didn't matter, especially to Big-chest; even though it did matter to most of the folks in our Horde, and the female was left alone. Matter of fact, many of the females would place their flat hand horizontally on top of their heads to show 'leave me alone,' or 'I'm fed up...' And the females liked the nose rub, an embrace of some kind; in a like manner, the Stone-People would shake hands, I've seen it, everyone is similar and yet different"?amazing. "No,"? said I, to Little-eyes, "I'll just touch the shoulder to show my affection,"? he smiled when I said that one day, and similar to wooden trees, we stood there holding our stomachs, touching each others shoulders a few times, then we both laughed, and laughed and laughed harder. Then we darted out from the woods by the Cave-Valley, and I can't remember where we went or ended up, now that I think about it, but I do remember we ran with the wind, and dust of our feet, sailing behind us, which would somehow get ahead of us to fill our eye lids sooner or later, and we'd have to stop by water to clean them out. Genetics Our genes were responsible for these ongoing pronounced effects and/or gestures, --or so I believe which we were automatically and instantly subject to; almost, one might say: possessed to do. We also had what one might call: performance characteristics, an example might be: yelling loudly meant you were scared and the Horde would look about to see why, or on the other hand might run the other way to avoid getting involved;--in any case, what it meant was: probably the enemy was coming, like the People of the Fire, or Big-chest. And still another reason might be, anger at a spouse, or you wanted to kill something, or someone [but we really never killed anyone, we though it though, and expressed it]. We would jump up and down, up and down to build our anger up"?almost doing summersaults: then yelled, yelled and yelled some more until we got tired, fatigued, worn out to the bone, and then we'd top that off with a great laugh, and we surely did laugh until sometimes our guts ached, and our eyes could not see anything clear, all blurred from the laughter, tears of/with amusement, obsessive hilarity; and sometimes to settle us down, we had to look the other way [away from each other] so as to, --to catch our breath so we would not look at whomever, and laugh more; this was the only way to try to compose ourselves. I called this 'hotwired:' be that as it may, we all had variations in this unromantic custom: within our own Horde, we had what I considered, genetic factors of the old Branch-People's genes and some of the People of the Fire's genes, as they had ours, again this was in degrees, I do believe"?maybe that is where we got the jumping from, as they do when they play the drums and dance. And yes, I must add, we were diving into a new gene-pool of sorts, with the Stone-Builders' presence"?more mystery to be. The Stone-Builders-Parody However long our lives maybe
[The Horde felt after the advent of the new Breed]
After death we are free"?
Yet freedom seems to be an illusion:
Slaves we may be,
Trending the unknown; --
From tears, to fortune's spears--:
Up, into death's grave,
We crawl. 3 The Lizard without Legs The Great Worm [snake] Another amazing thing took place that first day I had seen the two human-type-figures [as they are known by, after many years of listening to their kind: Eve and Adam], that is, as they were leaving the Garden, there was a reptile, lizard of some kind, that run: darted into the Garden, then it came out on its belly, similar to a: worm, maggot, or caterpillar. But this was not a worm, or any kind of young insect"?n no no, no, it was a lizard without feet, I mean legs"?it somehow, lost its legs, yes I said, lost them"?incredible, but none the less, true. "Is this possible,"? said I, looking at Little-eyes, arousing the ire in my chest. About this time I thought anything might be possible, but I did ask my head that question: was it possible [?] Both Little-eyes and myself being mystified"?myself being Short-legs [in this dream of mine] we looked at each other as in a trance, at which time we both had to cover our mouths: we were moved back a bit in disbelief within the thick of the undergrowth, and we loved to laugh back in those days, so much so, that at times we couldn't stop, and it didn't stop this day either, and to be quite honest, this was so funny, so very funny seeing this, we had a hard time holding our stomachs [in the tenseness of laughter], and not urinating right where we stood"?yes we both stood in awe in some kind of dimly pious way. [Matter of fact, they both laughed about that until, well, up to the end of my dream, or should I say, to the end of this story"?: let me correct that, almost to the end; there was some heartrending moments to be, a trifle sad.] In point of fact, life for us, that is, I, Short-legs, and Little-eyes was to justify everything by way of our humor, yes that was justification enough"?let it be heard was our philosophy"?but let me also add to this, in a like manner, one might have said: one of my assets might be balance in a discriminating way, whereas his [Little-eyes] was more on the order of 'twists and turns', or a better put, he was simply more serious of a natured person than I, and did more rigorous thinking. Yet neither of us, had any limits or bounds"?or for that matter, shyness when it came to certain things, such as"?and I know I'm repeating myself"?laughter being one. Having said that, these twenty some to thirty feet"?lizards ran into the Garden, and when they came out, yes, yes, oh-yes, they had no legs, really-really"?NOOO...Legs at all! (As I guessed in my dreaming mind, I thought about Darwin, which might be a natural thing to do for a man in such a dream-world ((in jest.)) Darwin whom put feet onto fish, somewhere along the evolutionary line (as Short-legs would most like comment"?out of respect of not knowing otherwise, but simply observation), thus, I would guess he took them off of something, conceivably at this point of time and place: most probably the snake who was once a lizard in the garden sacrificed them (again, as Little-eyes would also conjure up). Oh well, all trivializing aside"?with a little reality mixed"?within this dream"?to the two observers: Short-legs and Little-eyes, it was a horrendous event to see this happening, for surely they felt, they would never see it again. What more can I say: it is truth on top of seeing, said I [as Short-legs]: mumbling to myself. I've heard humans call it, 'seeing is believing,' so I, Short-legs pondered, dallied about on this thought: discreetly pondered on it, as Little-eyes, looked in shock at himself and me: and subsequently it came to pass, everyone forgot this happening and called these big belly-worms, snakes said he [he being: Little-eyes, with a curious tone to his voice]: "They even have evil looking eyes, slanting eyes, these big belly-wormlike, snakes, Short-legs. More so than the squinty ones they had when they entered the Garden:"? yes, so they did, --actually they had, they had piercing eyes: eyes reminiscent of owls, eyes that could paralyze you if you stared at them too long, one might even add: pseudo-scornful eyes. [Little-eyes] Responding to the situation, said: look. Look: but then he continued to laugh: hard, crying, delirious laughing. Some of the Stone-People started worshiping these creatures, even got to calling them, 'Serpents of Wisdom.' Not sure what all that meant, or where this word wisdom came in, or from, but I think the other side of that word is 'foolishness' and is a more proper name for the snake, and better fits the occasion for these worshippers, and especially upon on such a creature like that, but I figured it was most likely another order of beings, and the Stone-Builders simply were craving their company"?you know, something forming in the world to be, and they wanted to be ahead of things. [As I, the dreamer, have looked years in Horde's future: I am leaping considerably ahead of my story here and at times, however, if I am to follow it in a chronological order, the story with its new breed, the Stone-Builders would be less intimated, less guilty. For amongst the Horde, death would be better than to be hemmed in by the Eve people [as they were]: the so called renegades that left Eve and her husband to form their own civilization: thence, to do their bidding by order of their king and be locked behind a fortress wall, which was all too, too much for the Horde's mental structure. If ever, during this time period, Short-legs and Little-eyes did have great happiness together; a deep attachment grew up between them, even though their happy days would have, and did have: maddening interruptions by this new order.] |
