On Human Creation

In the beginning there were three brothers

Each one followed the shadow of a father who had painted the world with his legacy

And dispersed his influence across the land

The first one was rough, and coarse to the touch like an unsmoothed stone

Yet we has consistent

He led his people out and he guided them back home

His existence revolved around the fire, and the forest which surrounded it

He crossed mountains and rounded seas

He was thick browed, and heavy with natural secrets

He took pleasure in the endless cycle of the world, and he wove himself into every grove he wandered into

He knew how to survive the frigidities of life

And he knew how it felt to be crushed by a greater beast and rise again

Against the peoples who surrounded his own

It seemed that he always emerged the greater beast

And he herded his kin deep into the belly of the land, the forgotten caves and the verdant morsels which can be found only at the endemic center of any great continent

The second brother

Was an ambitious one

He cast his reign across the land

He massacred, raped, and pillaged

And over the ages he wove a new world

Emboldened by his luminescent adaptability

He traveled deep into the wildern arctic taiga, at the nexus of our most frigid age

And he persevered with his people through the cold

Until the times were warm again

And the air was bright, and the water was teeming with life

He migrated deep into the thickened jungle

Where eyes crowded populously amidst the vines, dense as equatorial flowers

His growth was marvelous and exponential

Inexorable and unheralded since the dawn of times

And he assimilated countless souls into his roiling web of collectivity

Where he was chief over all

And all his children spoke his tongue

The third brother

Was alas

The most ambitious of the three

But he came from humble beginnings

And spent his younger days a simple man

Before craving the taste of blood

He was born amidst the cradle of his ancestors

In a booming land of primeval fecundity, ancient wisdom, and many of life's most dazzling forms

Yet over time his people grew desperate

Bittered by cooler, dryer winds which leaped like lions across the land

Food became scarce

Children withered and decayed

And as time wore on, his soul was driven to change

He became a darker man

And in the bramble of his desperation

He cast aside consistency

To make his pact and seal his peace

With ceaseless violent change

Eventually the father died

And the three brothers were left alive, to fend off the world on their own

The first was strong

The second always multiplying

The youngest wavered upon survival as many youngest often do

But as a runt, century by century, millennia by millennia

He grew

And eventually he became ready

To slaughter each and every one of his brothers

He drove their children from the annals of the globe

And shrouded every blood memory of them in the murk of forgotten ancients

He raped countless women

And he burned books which stretched back to the end of time

As if they were fallen leaves

Alas, he was victorious amongst the three

And even still, like a king he guards his throne

An egoistic royal captain

Plunging his bow stubbornly

Into the murky darkness of the future

We may hate this man with every shred of our hearts

Yet with his ship sinks all our memories

All recollection of our existence by anything faintly resembling ourselves

Gone

Can we truly afford that?

Will we ever get the choice?