……before the wanderings, we was closer to the original, no subliminal; before any king was crowned, before there was a kingdom or a town, before the original thought got brought and wrote down in any book, before any story or name, they’re all the same; before a creator, an alpha or omega, before the story and everyone’s subscribed glory, before the same story was told and told and told, before we became a remnant of the original globe. Before we started to stay put, and keep things that we took. Before we covered our feet or our heads, before we had beds. Before we wandered away only to come back thinking we were in foreign lands, before we felt the weight of clothes, before we had corns on our toes and rings in our nose, before chaos became sin and we couldn’t win; before we knew meat was a tasty treat, before we knew the sun moon and stars wasn’t just pin holes in the fabric of space, such grace. Before the people spoke the name Jehovah, before any nearby supernovas, before we buried our dead with things they might need, spoke words the living might heed, before there were books and people that could read, before we waged wars to make each other bleed, we were a different breed.