he remembered having once reflected upon the possibility of humans living like humans. there might have been a chance. some tribes had once truly believed in a pre-existing being, incomparable to anything real. this sole idea had made it possible to act humanely. they had feared the consequences of their injustices even if they were all essentially forgetful beings. some had lived hoping for an afterlife. a few believed their lives were gifts and followed a path set by their tenacious wills to be decent people.
an originator of duality and contradiction, possibility and opposition? modern notions of history and science didn t seem to allow for such an entity.
the fleeting idea of a being setting everything in motion or even surveying the unfolding of events in the universe was made more approachable by the existence of messengers; some were charlatans, others were unveilers.
our boy, though, was of a third kind. No categories really applied to him.
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