-by Eric Alexander
2002

This story is dedicated to the Jungle,
that we might protect you,
that you might continue to teach.

And to the mystical Phoenix,
may you continue to soar,
showing others the way.


Mule Drafting


At that time (before the creation), there were no people, no animals, no trees, no rocks, nor anything. All was a wasteland, desolate and limitless. Above the inert flatness, space lay immobile; while above the chaos, the motionless immensity of the sea was resting. There was neither structure nor activity. What was below was unlike what was above, not one thing was seen standing. Only the deaf calmness of the waters was felt, which seemed to be precipitated into the abyss. In the silence of the shadows lived the gods who are called Tepeu, Gucumatz and Hurakán - whose names guard the secrets of creation, of existence and of death, of the earth to be formed and of the beings who will inhabit it.
– Popul Vuh, Mayan Holy Text

Prologue

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