Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Unknown History

Yes, of course, it’s the easy push and pull of things, if not accelerated into calamity that makes the world go around, for the most part; the driving of the hammer stroke, the drawing of the rake; whether to rise up to meet or to flee.
Some people can do the same thing forever, and not feel they have missed the other, their natural inclination is fixed; while others might have a broader repertoire, or simply, at one time or always, an inclination to change. But how much to follow these inclinations, and could they, through some persuasions, become falsified, deluded as to their value, or unduly influenced by the ordinary coercions well known to all? Could they be made wicked by over-ruling expectations, alone?
Thing is, I come from raking. “Live to rake, rake to live” never made a whole lot of sense to me until external forces tried to curb my raking to shape their own agenda. But now here I was making massive profits for the order, and they really couldn’t deny me a cut in it.
With the fortune I accrued promoting the hammering of sand, I went back to the art of raking, the development of a school for the enhancement of its practice as a language. In my lifetime, I came to see contracts of both worldly and sacred nature raked out in courts and temples well beyond all the lands I had ever travelled in that jibbering caravan of hammer-swingers.
And sometimes, when challenges were made to such contracts, I, or other interpreters were called to make sense of the rakings; the crossings, the curve patterns, where here lines flowed together and there they repelled one another, the methods of mirroring and whether the line of delineation, the slice point, had been properly determined. I much enjoyed debating with colleagues, whether we were in agreement or opposed, the constructions of those pronouncements, much respecting a sturdy position in opposition to my own.
If still a solution could not be found, the raking would be crated out for winnowing, for all to know what holds weight and what flies away on the wind.
But the better rakings stood. Eons from now, they will find fossil record of those rakings, and eventually decode the language anew, perhaps to resurrect the practice.

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