findmeone

The Sons of the Goddess and the
Grandsons of the Monkeys



How strange time is , and how queer we are! Time has
really changed, and lo, it has changed us too. It walked on
step forward, unveiled its face, alarmed us and then elated us.

Yesterday we complained about Time and trembled
at its terrors. But today we have learned to love it and
revere it, for we won understand its intents, it natural
disposition, its secrets, and its mysteries.

Yesterday we crawled in fright like shuddering ghosts
between the fears of the night and the menaces of the day.
But today we walk joyously towards the mountain peak,
the dwelling place of the ranging tempest and the birthplace
of thunder.

Yesterday we ate our bread kneaded with blood, and we
drank our water mixed with tears. But today we began to
receive the manna from the hands of the morning brides
and drank the wine scented with the sweet breath of
Spring.

Yesterday we were a toy in the hands of Destiny. But
today Destiny has awakened from her intoxication to play
and laugh and walk with us. We do not fallow her but
she follows us.

Yesterday we bowed to the kings and bent our necks to
the sultans. But today we do not pay reverence save to
Right and we fallow no one except Beauty and Love.

Yesterday we honored false prophets and sorcerers. But
today Time has changed, and lo, it has changed us too.
We can now stare at the face of the sun and listen to the
songs of the sea, and nothing can shake us except a cyclone.

Yesterday we tore dawn the temples of our souls and
from their debris we built tombs for our forefathers. But
today our souls have turned into sacred altars that the
ghosts os the Past cannot touch.

We were a silent thought hidden in the corners of
Oblivion. Today we are a strong voice that can make the
firmament reverberate.

We were a tiny spark buried under the ashes. Today we
are a raging fire burning at the head of the valley.

We spent many a night awake,with the earth as our
pillow and the snow as our blanket.

Like sheep without a shepherd we flocked together many
nights grazing on our thoughts, and chewing the cud of
our emotions; yet we remained hungry and athirst.

Oftentimes we stood between a passing day and a coming
night lamenting our withering youth and longing for
someone to the moaning of Silence and the shrieking of
nothingness.

Those ages passed like wolves among the graves. But
today the skies are clear, and we cam rest peacefully upon
divine beds and welcome our thoughts and dreams, and
embrace our desires. Grasping with untreatable fingers
the torches that away around us, we can talk to the genii
with explicit meaning. As the choirs of angels pass us, they
become intoxicate with the longing of our hearts and the
hymns of our souls.

Yesterday we were, and today we are! This is the will
of the goddess among the sons of the goddess. What is your
will oh sons of the monkeys?Have you walked a single
step forward since you came forth from the crevices of the
earth? Have you gazed toward heaven since Satan opened
your eyes? Have you utter a word from the book of
Right since since the lips of vipers kissed your lips? Or have you
listened a moment to the song of Life since Death closed
your ears?

Seventy thousand years ago I passed by and saw you
moving like insects inside the caves; and seven minutes ago
i glanced at you through the crystal glass of my window
and saw you walking through the alleys fettered by slavery
while the wings of Death hovered over you. You look the
same today as you looked yesterday; and tomorrow, and
the day after it, you shall look as I saw you in the beginning.

Yesterday we were, and today we are! This is the will of
the goddess among the sons of the goddess; what is your
will, oh sons of the monkeys?