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So, it's Tuesday, Thursday, 6th, I can't remember, but anyway, it's in the note. Driving to work, it's raining. Yeah, it's an early day. But I've been thinking about the creation story again and I can't get the concept of the ink essentially replacing the primordial ooze. So, and the ink hitting the paper is the metaphor for the kind of the big bang essentially. So, if it were to start off perhaps something like this, we can see where the ink or the splash was made. We can see where the splash began, but we do not know what caused it. Some say there is a world beyond ours where the ink came from. But we cannot see it. We can only postulate or we can only imagine its existence. But one thing is for certain, the splash when it occurred marked the beginning of time for our world. You see, the splash caused the stain and the stain is what we all live by. Without it, we do not exist. And the stain is neither good nor bad. The result of some stains go on to live long and beautiful lives. Whereas the others appear as painful accidents or simply ignored markings on the wall. When the stain was made, when the ink hit the ground, our soil, that was when things started to grow. In some areas of our world, the soil is very rich. And from the ink, from the staining of the ink grew beautiful forests, rivers and valleys. Whereas other parts of the soil seemed to resist the stain. We do not know what part of the soil resist the stain. So it has always been a mystery to us. We believe it is the realm of spirits. So we've always buried our dead there. Perhaps we started that realm. We do not know by placing the first of our dead there. But in the places where the stain grew and flourished, we were able to multiply. Just like the trees, just like the valleys, just like the rivers. And as we multiplied, tribes emerged, clans, groups of us who were similar, like minded. There were those tribes who were eager to constantly move. They could not remain in one place. And then there were those among us who were absolutely completely content in staying put. Perhaps it is due to impatience. For just as we multiplied, so did the animals. Those among us who appear to follow a different set of rules. Those who seem to be programmed or who seem to have been taught the rules of a routine. And can't escape out of it. Just as the horse runs across the plains, so does the cow sits and eats the many blades of grass. So perhaps our tribes can be seen like the horse and the cow. Those who roam are the people of the horse, while those who remain are the people of the cow. Now every now and then we come into contact. The people of the horse met in their journeys and their adventures, meet people from other tribes, other people of cows and other people of horses. And sometimes they are at odds with each other. Perhaps when two different peoples of the horse meet and must decide who gets the buffalo that day. And the people of the cow have learned that the land on which they have decided to remain. They have learned of its magic and they have learned that it is land near the rivers in the valleys. That brings gifts of grain every year to the people who bless it. And so the people of the cow have learned a different way of life, a different way of thinking, a different religion than the people of the horse. I hear there is talk of a new people, a people who are not of the horse nor the cow. Some say they are the children of both. Some say there was a woman who wandered, a woman of the cow who wandered far from her land only to be rescued by a man of the horse. And that child came with a new religion and with that religion he brought what some will call. The wooden horse, the tree horse. It is a horse that pulls. It is a horse that pulls a tree but it is not a tree anymore. It was broken from its roots.

I had to take a call. It was from Heidi. I'm about to get on the Richmond Bridge. And just to Heidi called asking if I fed the animals. Laila was in the background and I believe Kareem is still asleep. Just the little context that I like always like to add to my notes. I'm still raining and I am now getting on the Richmond Bridge. So I was essentially describing the wheel, the invention of the wheel. Again, the creation story will perhaps be a lot more about what happens after the world appears. But it will essentially explain much of our world or the world at the time of recording their history. So the most important thing is that we are talking about the people who live essentially in the flight of course. So in one aspect, this is a people who live in a fictional world but who are clearly those of... they reflect or they are our world, the world of our humans today and now, our world history projected into the story. I left off with what I will say is perhaps... what we might consider the earliest attempt at describing the world. So I have to be careful with certain words. I can't say think. Because I don't think think would be a verb during this time. I think in order to actually use that word, we have to be further along in history. So one aspect, one way in which they talk about their world is by describing perhaps the religion. So perhaps there was a... people who believed in the world, who believed that... because there is no word for thought or word for invention, this is all just emerging. I'm going to argue that those who made the wheel were semi-settled and semi-nomadic. The wheel was like their religion. This is actually a good way to continue themes of the story but... and so the wheel represents the cycle. The cycle of life. A life may end but a new one begins. How man is both part of the cycle and also a witness to it and is affected by it. So it is like in some ways an old friend that comes from a village every year to say hello or an evil horde that comes and raids your village, steals your crops and rapes your women. You can't really say right and takes your women. And the cycle is also when we make peace. When a man is old, when his teeth are long, he searches for joy in the cycle. Because the joy gives him breath, long breaths. And in those long breaths he may tell his wife, his woman, she may go visit her family. She may return home. She may return to that home from which he took her. She may return to her father so that he may have long peaceful breaths. And he may see that it was I and fill in the blank with his name here that I brought her back to him. And he will no longer tell his gods to curse me and I may die a happy man. I have to say that we are just some, hold on, let me pause this and then start a new audio file.

I just finished what I think is the creation story and I'm quite pleased with it. At least this is my first reaction. For all I know in a couple of hours I may think it's a pile of shit. But yeah, keep it very simple, don't go into too much technical detail about the world. And simply talk about war and peace and the good and the bad things in life and how perhaps the best thing you can hope for is a happy family. And it's to be remembered. That's essentially the mark of a good life. Try to make amends. Amends for your sins. But yes, make peace with your enemies. Bring happiness to the world. Or at least bring happiness to where there was one sadness perhaps by your own hand. So perhaps the first letter Florence receives is a discussion of who will be telling the story. And maybe we'll need to add in that story a reference perhaps to how those people were, how they ended up in the different parts of the world. If this is truly a story shared between a woman from Ethiopia and a man from Sweden. Then then this can be their kind of back and forth can be seen in the letter. I mean, I've got to transcribe this when I get the chance. Anyway, I'll end for now. Yeah, I've got to think more about how the actual letter contains a discussion of the story or how it should be written.