Friday, August 28, 2015
At The Beginning of Time
At the beginning of time, there was no time. There was light and darkness in the jungle. Life was simple: kill or be killed. If you killed, there was food to eat. If you were killed, you were dinner. There were pockets of men and women who were like you, who ran about naked wielding large clubs, seeking out something small enough to kill and hiding from what was too large to kill, or frightening enough to kill you. Everything was jungle, with paths carved by the big animals you could not kill but who could easily kill you. And then, there was woman.