After Eve (Part Four: Chapter 4 and 5: The Great Tragedy)

Part Four
4

Little-eyes and the Garden Dominion
The Great Tragedy

[The Dreamer] This was supposed to be the: the garden that is, ‘The Garden Splendor of Heaven,’ -if anything, a paradise on earth itself–a restful place, with the ‘Tree of Life,’ which was someplace around its center, tempting as it was; I wonder if I would have ate that apple–which has of course occurred to me a few times during typing this story out; like Eve did, oh well, this was not part of my dream–just a floating notion–just an observation, we all know the overdelicate climate in the Garden by now, or if not, let me assure you, it was to that extreme: sensitive, by the both Short-legs and Little-eyes observations of the couple of the garden, it was not a ‘chum, chum,’ situation they saw. If ever, one was supposed to avoid this tree, and in consequence, did the opposite and created an ongoing tragedy, or possibly, maybe not so, but a new mission was constructed by their God because of their disconnecting with their God’s will, for a will all of their own; as in the days when God gave the commandments to mankind; of which, God I do believe, gave them commandments simply to show–men and women, they could not keep them. Likewise, maybe He put the tree in the Garden for a similar reason; for example, to show the same cause and effect, that is, to teach the same lesson that with free will comes temptation, and one without the other will never work, that is, God and man must act together, in unison. “The Great Tragedy,” I call this garden mishap, which took place that day, in any case, the day Little-eyes and Short-legs knelt hiding behind some shrubbery in the thick of the forest outside the Garden, –at which time inky-black clouds dominated the sky overhead, when the two–Eve and her husband, Adam–walked out of the Garden.

Yes, it was quite noticeable by Little-eyes, that cold and dark was now felt by these two new folks entering a new world, or time zone–if you will; whatever it was for them. And yes, oh yes, a cold and dark future was the sum of it all one could point to, yet a mystery to the onlookers. However, this the Horde would not understand for a long time; even if one tried to explain it to them, and Short-legs, tried. Getting back to the odd-couple walking out of the Garden, this time he [Short-legs] never took his eyes off the couple for a second.

What was taking place in the eyes of Little-eyes, while observing with Short-legs this happening, was against the law of nature, yet it was dominated by the law of something else; Little-eyes and Short-legs heard the name of God pronounced, [Jehovah]; –was this the being’s name that put these creatures into the Garden [which came to their minds]? A good question they both contemplated. ‘Oh:’ he mumbled, indicating he could not name, or repeat that name, not for the life of him, but it was as it was, tumultuously for the most part: yet he observed with what wits he could, the sanctification of it:

“Yes:” said the angel that lead, and followed Eve and her mate out of the Garden, Little-eyes heard it said, and seeing and hearing was supposed to be part of believing in any kind of language, of which his mind did the quick translation to mean: “Here is the new miracle–” and “the Greatest of all.”

Thought I,

of which I did do, that is to say, I brought this happening to the attention of Owl-ears, or tried to, although she’d only draw circles in the sand, figurines within them, and try to relate all of the earth’s happening, as one circle together; somehow, someday in the near future, I might fully understand what it all meant, I told myself: although Little-eyes seemed to be more the observer, yet within the Horde, he was considered as a sort of tag along for me. Yet, he was by far, much more, in all respects I must say. They thought [the Horde] this simply because he was silent most of the time when they saw us both together, but silence did not mean he wasn’t thinking, matter of fact, to the contrary–this I, Short-legs, knew from the start of our friendship: a virtue I’ve never had; it was just his way of learning, he was not as quick or sharp as I was, but a thinker he was, and a learner also. And we made quite the team, and did not allow speculation or even crude gestures by the Horde to break our bondage.

Now that Eve was out of the Garden, Little-eyes had more time to put two and two together, mainly by closer observation; thereupon, he stretched his imagination, looking for some kind of clarification; and made them confidentially to himself.

By and by he thought [very privately]:

‘There was order to things, but there is not anymore order to anything, not as it seemed prior to the appearance of Eve. Reality was now, but where did the now belong, or go, or for that matter, come from? Before life was simple, it was the ‘Horde’. That is what it was. As for danger, it used to be that it will surely come or may come when we least expect it, but now, it was something new. It was not, as it used to be. At length there came a flash, a brightening to his examination, his theory, the appearance of the Eve-People. He questioned himself, was this the eve of reasoning for the Horde, and was it now their time to advance on the horizon of mankind? Where at one time: time stood still, and now it was counted; he would not explain this to Owl-ears, she was passing on new ideas to the others in hopes of building this new crude but seemingly trait called ‘hope’ into the inhabitants of the Horde, surely, this would confuse her, he told himself, if I can figure this out for myself it will be a miracle; but he’d have to tell her something, as now he kind of understood why she was more intelligent than he, maybe it was seeping out of the Garden long ago, and she breathed wisdom into her head, not the wisdom of the snake, but pure wisdom, because she was smarter than most in the Horde. If not, it will be figured out none the less in time, and kept silent, and one day for the Horde it will just be natural, natural to be smarter; they will think it was always there.’

5

Erudition/Intelligence
And Village Society

[Short-legs brings to mind] A lot of our learning dealt with experimentation, trial and error; nobody in our Horde was born into a musical family, there were no such things as musical instruments, other than a horn type looking thing, and drums. Our interrelations and activities were to laugh, socialize, to climb trees, to live in caves, and fish along the river-way; along with mating, and hunting for food–what more could one ask for, a nice sunny day, a fish on the lap, a drink of cool water, it was by far, all one could expect. Few devices were ever made to create any kind of moderation, it was as it was. And when something was done, it was done; we went on to other things, at least this is how it was up until the time of Eve. In a like manner, sleep was often a stranger to us; in that, our nerves were more inured to danger: danger being unseen, seemed afar off to some, yet it was often just around the corner for us. On one hand we had to be guarded, instantly ready to counter whatever the environment demanded of us; on the other hand, we were as free as the birds, as sparrows. Some might think touch plainness, but it was our world, no more, no less.

We intermingled with one another quite unconsciously, and instinctively; — we were never surprised at how one might ignore their own selfish and hurtful acts on another, and we took it for granted that others had overlooked them also–in all, we never hurt one hurt one another knowingly: but if a quiet life is a kind life, then we lead such a life. However, Big-chest proved this wrong I suppose, or so I, Short-legs took note of this; save for the fact, Big-chest was of the Branch-Sect for the most part, and never forgot anything. And the rest of us, oh well, needless to say, needed one another I guess and now that I think of it, we were a decaying race– promising even before the advent of Eve, but surely we would not have dissolved so quickly had she not appeared on the scene: in any case, we were a dying out one; I assured myself it would be an intermingling one with this New World Order.

As I have tried to imply–and with respect I must admit: no one in our Horde pressed their views upon others, unduly that is, –except Big-chest of course, especially when he wanted whatever he wanted, at whatever peculiar time he wanted it–but again, he was not really part of our Horde, yet he pretended to be in some kind of way and manner; even though his approach was reckless, and careless; –I think he liked knowing he was of a higher race, higher order if you will in the evolutionary line of humanity, even though he did not know these terms called: humanity, evolution: a higher array that is than the Branch-People–which he thought we were. As I was about to say, before I mentioned Big-chest, we had good hearing and could tune into our environment.

[Dreamer] Sort-legs and Little-eyes were quite taken by what they had seen while hiding in the underbrush as these two modern [one might say modern in a conventional sense], creatures appeared–. And here, as time went on, Short-legs got to thinking of them as: humanoids that came out of an invisible garden, possibly even create the term ‘humanoid…’ Short-legs, having brought this to mind, said in essence: that, what was astounding was the way they were explaining: defining, an enculturation none of them had. This he told several times to Little-eyes and that possibly their time was over: and he mean really over. This was a new creature he’d explain, far more advanced than they were.

He would even find out later in life (in my dream), –they had such things as occupations: as such was proven by the Stone-Builders several years down the road; which of course were the offspring of the couple from the Garden. In a short, time would produce this New World Order, as it demanded, and it would demand to have: towers and gates of stone and iron; wood and fixtures not heard of yet, all dominating the world to be.

Village Society
[The Horde]

It was a time of transition for the world at large. When the consciousness, and emotions were on the edge of its next evolutionary step; where thoughts and tools and God, societal-security became issues, a community of wondrous natural reactions were taking place in the souls of the living. This stage of evolution was simply motivated, given a kick start one might say, because of extenuating circumstances.

According to Short-legs [as he wrote on the walls of the caves, and stones on the cliff prior to his death]:

Food: A lot of our protean came from the nuts of the Mongongo Trees. They grew wild in our habitat. Each year I and Little-eyes would collect the nuts off the ground and some time climb the trees to get them, if no insect invasions were prominent. Sometimes there were plant disease, weather issues, we’d get a short supply of the nuts then, –and for the winter we’d remain unnourished; thus, some of the older and younger folk would die. And so like most any society, we had our issues to bear. When I got bigger I was allowed to go with my bigger brother, uncle, and father and seek small animals for protein; –nothing bigger than warthogs, kudu, creatures of that stature. And again I must add, if there were a short supply, and we could not club them to death with rocks, or make use our tools as weapons, it was simply a matter of less to eat, for there were seasons when the natural world seemed to be plentiful, and then disappear for a spell.

[The Garden] On another note: as far as the Garden of Eve, went, it seemed to be in our backyard, but of course it wasn’t, yet, most of the world either didn’t recognize it as such, as mysterious as it was, or did and didn’t want to announce it–meaning for the most part, our neighbors. For in time, bits and pieces of the knowledge of the garden did seep out and circulate into the Horde.

Money: Our ancestors were compelled to do the ‘Act far’. There was a limited availability of numbers in our Horde, numbers: meaning, in members. So the commodity was the citizen as a whole [the most valuable of assets we had was children]. The son of a family, was used for work when he was old enough, that is, if you could catch him to do it. And the female was used for reproduction, for the most part; in a like manner, the father often times would not let their daughters out into the mainstream of society, in fear someone would steal them, or try to mate them, and run off with them. Thus the father would loose not only his pleasure, should he want her for reproduction within his family, or even for the son to mate with her to keep the family numbers up, but he would loose a commodity, one he might have used to feed the family through winter, should the winter be a bad one, and no food around, hence, he would give her to a neighbor who had no course of reproduction, and we’d get a warthog, or two for the eating; one person even got a Giant Bat-beast once in exchange, which lasted a long while in the eating.

Incest: It was not uncommon for the brother or sister to sleep together; it was more a cultural thing than a genetic element I believe. If things were natural, the Horde would have been making fires by this time, or long ago, we were actually pondering on the thoughts during my formative years. It was neither a custom for us to do this incest thing, not yet anyway, but I did understand the need for procreation; –as I was saying, a cultural trait for some other groups, a few in the Horde, but not for us per se; our family. Although this was considered normal, we still saw it as somewhat a scanty thing at best.

Skin Color: I was not white nor was I black, rather universal brown. Our whole Horde was so. Human skin–condensed with melanin lick protected us from the sun. As far as we knew, these other two races did not exist yet. In a like manner, Eve was not white or black, oh no, she was brown, brown and brown, from forehead to heal–bronze-brown, with a glowing beauty–almost a tint of red in the skin. Unlike the Branch-People, or in particular, Big-chest, they did not have to worry, they were more hairy than we were, a natural sunscreen. Hairlessness was really the signature of the New Breed for the most part. And as I noticed, they always had blisters and rashes, infected skin during the hot seasons [skin cancers]. As it would seem, we in the Horde, had more melanin particles per body than they did, the Stone-Builders that is, and even the People of the Fire, only the Branch-People were darker than us. There were not extremes in our world; cultural selection was yet around the corner, yet the darker the children, the better they were in fighting skin disease-or so it seemed.

Art: Many may think we had no art in those far off days, but we did, we really did. In our caves we had beautiful paintings on the walls from our father’s father, and even beyond their time. I, Short-legs even painted many pictures on the cave walls [and in time petrography], we were only allowed one during our very young years of life [although I did draw much more later on in life] because we were young a foolish I suppose and drew stupid things, and so our elders felt the sand was good enough until we showed some refinery in the art area; but then we ran out of inhabitants, and so I drew even much more than I even wanted to for the sake of posterity, and thus, this is where the ornaments came into being also; or as now I hear those images being called: jewelry making. Yes they came into being, into our creative minds; it was so creative it became an obsession in my older years among many of the tribe’s females–as it did much more so in the other groups of the surrounding world of ours. We had pictures of horses, bison, reindeer, and boars, and some carved with the ivory or teeth of animals that we wore around our necks attached to strings of hairs taken from reindeer.

Bisexual: Younger boys were used to go gather leaves for the Horde, so they could use them for cleaning themselves after they had a [bowel] intestine movement, and for the bedding. These young lads, small boys slept apart from the main Horde in a special cave. I and Little-eyes were never selected for this task, which I was grateful for; our mother, Strong-lungs, would not allow it, we were needed at home as was my brother. In any case, we had found out that the Stone-People used them for the same reasons we had, plus, in addition, some times they were used as sexual objects by the men, until they were old enough to find a wife; in particular, they were fun for the older men, thus the People of the Fire were catching on to this new habit, if not sport. The Eve-People and we, the Horde, remained as we did, with the same sex–as far as I know.

Future Generations: It seemed to me, that if the Stone-People and the People of the Fire became one united group, integrated, they’d be quite aggressive; and if we ever molded in with the Eve-People, we would be more passive. What would become of the world then [?] But these were just fleeting thoughts, thoughts that shifted in my head as fast as the wind shifted on top of the cliffs. Dragging-thoughts every which way: for this was a time of much thinking, and deliberation.

Men vs. Women: Most of us men in the Horde were about 5-inches taller than the women, with heavier bones, and less fat. The women were about 65% less strong than us men; mostly in the arms chest and shoulders. It is not to say women were less needed, it is just stating a fact. To be quite fair, they were considered, or carried in a much more esteemed class than the other groups: The Stone-Builders and the People of the Fire, to include the Branch-People.

War: War was based on competition for resources, such as: food, soil or land, supplies, or other such needs to include wants–even slaves for labor, normally not for simple wants as much though. But we never had wars per se–not the Horde, yet, we did get a little pushed around by the People of the Fire now and then, off and on, intermittently, for centuries, but now the new breed, the Stone-Builders, were at war with the whole world, all the time it seemed, wherever they went–they dragged war with them: so war was a new word–alas, or at least it had new connotations for us; ’twas a new invention for the most part. Killing, for killing’s sake,–the New World Order’s mind-set that is, or better put, no reasons for killing were the new and fresh or innovative concept for us, other than the customary cannibalism that was alive and well in stock, in a few locations, frankly, with the People of the Fire, when they got in the starvation mode; that is, a cold winter might trigger such undertakings. And the word ‘compromise’ was not yet invented.