Evening Sun

The Darkest Day

Black and light

The Sight

Haze

Mindsoul

Palms

Free Food

Distorted Lexicon

Same Instruments Today

Nest Stretcher

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He is still rooted to the ground. From a distance it would look as though he is simply sitting on the ground with his legs crossed. On a close examination, however, one would notice that where his legs touch, the skin has formed a union, creating a strange amalgamation of his lower body, growing into itself, an indistinct bulge of organic material, which has melded with the ground below. The man is clearly rooted. His mouth points skyward, his voice delicate and vital. He speaks of stories. To gather around a large fire, coming back from the hunt. With the children in the front row, the wise men tell the stories of the tribe. They are outlandish tales, mesmerizing and explanatory, they are not metaphors to be reconciled, with an undeniable importance among the tribe. He believes them, just as they are, they are true. The sun struggles in its heaves and drags towards the sky, we aid it with sacrifice. The rewards are plentiful. The animals are ranked according to importance, each representing a different realm, a different god. Some dwell among the white and wonderful mist, bringing water, dictating our nourishment. Each time it rains we give praise with lively chants, with tears of joy in our eyes. Each day is a miracle, the world is fantastic and higher forces are abundant, completely beyond any understanding yet through our stories, completely understood. This is the only way our lives can feel natural.


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