| Many, many worlds
ago, before the world became, in a place of no name, existed a person.
Not as we would recognise a person. We will call that person "IT".
IT was long and thin. His thigh bones stood out beyond his flesh,
his nose stuck out at right angles to his flat face, his legs were straws
out of which fluffy hair grew in clusters. He was not what we would
call "pleasing to the eye."
YEAR 2010... Has it got eye appeal? Has it got meal appeal? Has it got I.T. appeal? Is it politically correct? Is it financially corrupt? IT had none of these virtues. Fortunately for IT
he/she existed in an area of outstanding natural beauty. Exotic snails
trailing paths of goo,abound. Existential butterflies of the species
cariola
snippitans flutter on flowers which reach to the sky and beyond.
Aromatic smells, citrus, lavendar, rosemary overwhelm the nasal passages.
Yet there was no sound....no bird song, no voice, no melodic guitar.
No sound. NEXT
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| YEAR 2010.
Ear plugs obligatory in Night Clubs. A Concorde passes every minute
over Lowere Readinge; residents suffer permanent migraines. Car exhausts
emit racing car zrooms. Birds have died out.
IT's idyllic days are spent swimming in water-lily lakes, eating fruits from overladen branches of trees , fruits which he eats by squeezing them in his hands and absorbing the juice through his skin, sleeping on banks of purple violets, exploring his own unending land. One day IT awoke
knowing something was wrong. He felt his face below his nose and
knew that something was missing. What was it? Should there be a line
which opened beneath his nose? He looked at his reflection in the
still lake and knew, for the first time in his life, that he lacked a mouth.
When IT needed something, there was always a simple solution.......he would
draw it on the sand with a stick, he would also
"This is how I will eat my food now," he thought. NEXT |
| Over the next days
IT's shape changed. Gradually he grew into a long tubular shape,
his nose disappeared, so did his legs. Strange shapes appeared beside
him. One was a silver cup with a long handle. Another had a parasol
shape supported by a handle.
"What messages have these objects for me?" mused IT. He drew a question mark on the sand. Suddenly the silver long-handled cup he knew to be a ladle. It started drawing water out of the lake, out of all the lakes in the land. IT had no voice and in vain tried to prevent ladle from draining the lakes. He cried out in his head. Eventually, in despair, he opened his mouth and for the first time ever emitted a sound like a bullock bellowing. It resounded all over the land, up into the sky and into every niche and cranny. IT had found his voice! So impressed was he with this new-found talent that he forgot all about ladle. How he used his voice! It had all the sounds of the orchestra: cymbals, tubular bells, violins, flutes, double bass, picolo, harpsichord, trumpets. He ranged the land singing and experimenting with his voice. Meanwhile, ladle was draining all the lakes and seas. NEXT |
| One day IT noticed
there was no water left. The colours were changing on the mountains
and in the valleys. They were becoming greyer, browner, dry corn
coloured, faded, parched. IT wondered if the second surprise object,
a parasol shape with a handle, could tell him why the
vivid colours were disappearing.
"Can you retrieve the lost rainbow colours?" he asked the object. And the object spread out its umbrella-like head and answered, "Stand on your head and you will hear a new sound, a running sound, with rumblings and swishing, pattering and trickling, dripping and rushing. You will then see rain which will drop from the sky. Do not be afraid." IT stood on his head, but he was afraid and hid under the umbrella while the wet stuff fell and fell until all the lakes and seas were filled again and the flowers and trees regained their colours. NEXT |
| IT had become a
RAINMAKER. When he stood on his head the rains would answer with
rumblings and swishings, by falling from the sky and replenishing the earth.
Ladle was buried.
YEAR 2010. Rainmaker realised there was no hope for the world. It was time for him to redeem it. He turned on his head then on his tail continuously, never stopping, so the rains fell and fell. The seas rose, lands were swamped, mountains gradually disappeared. A second Noah prepared his Ark. And that is how the Rainmaker became. TOP |