In those Days Pt. 10.

[Kai]

In the Beginning there was the Universe, and there were the beings Homo sapiens sapiens in the Universe, among the still uncounted other creatures more unknown in number than the stars in the night sky. They "had no ideas except the things their hands could touch...or those their eyes could see at great distance", or did they? The Ground of Understanding was not yet broken.

Then came godlike Prometheus not yet bound for eternity, and he pressed his wide hands deep into the Ground and pulled up great clods of dirt, stones, and he set them aside. Water trickled in and he drank it and knew fire, was imprisoned for it but the flow could not be stopped and the water continued to pour in, trickle out, swell up from the Ground.

There were more after, Aristotle, Linnaeus, Darwin, von Frisch, McClintock, Wilson, and on they came to dig deep and drink, they had holy visions of born fires and glimpsed the Tangled Bank in one of Its myriad forms, a honeybee, a barnacle, a field of corn and they were deeply entranced in the vision they could not tear their eyes away drinking deeply over and over and the well grew deeper. But never once did the flow stanch, the hole dry, the water dissipate, it was always there and it seemed the more they drew the more there was to draw

The mages speak of the magic well in the Ground of Understanding to which we can always return to parch our thirst, that it is truly bottomless and will never empty, that the Tangled Bank is a vision of which we will never tire.

[LMNO]

My hands are getting tired from all this applause...