Let us think of our ancestors
as we welcome the convergence of the moons.
It began in a time of prosperity and amusement.
Mongo was blue and green.
The ground fertile.
The water plentiful.
Mongo was generous to the people.
But the people were ungrateful.
They wanted more than the land could provide.
And when it could give no more,
they turned their eyes to the sky.
For the Moon was vast
and have ample gifts to give.
The Moon had abundant gifts.
And soon it came to pass
that two brother moons were placed in the sky,
and they were called Arkaylia and Surd.
And they were built to shelter the travelers
who came to plunder the Moon's gifts.
And when they returned to Mongo,
with the Moon's bounty, they rejoiced,
for it was a glowing red ore.
And they thought that it was good.
But soon there were portents of a coming disaster.
Hot winds and crimson dust.
For the red ore was not of this soil.
But all eyes turned away from the omens,
for the Moon's bounty had brought new prosperity
and new amusement.
They turned their eyes from the omens.
And, then, in a great explosion of thunder,
a ball of fury ignited the sky!
The ground quaked and the children cried.
For they were afraid.
Dark clouds of death engulfed the cities.
Burning rain seared their skin,
and the children cried,
"What have you done?"
Crops turned to ash!
Beasts fell were they stood.
The water turned gray.
And the children cried,
"Why has this come to pass?"
Because we chose prosperity and amusement.
And we took more than the land could give.
And we were ungrateful.
Extinction was upon the land.
So a congregation was chosen to go to the sky.
An exodus to the moon Arkaylia
for three generations.
One one-hundredths
of one one-hundredths of the people.
All who remained on Mongo soon perished.
One day, they saw fire clouds vanish.
The time had come for the grand return.
And they returned.
The planet had changed.
The new world was hostile.
They were grateful for what they'd been given.
And, in return,
Mongo gave them a well of bubbling sourcewater.
And once again, there was hope.
A declaration was made to honor the lost ancestors.
A promise of peace and harmony.
"We will not reap more than we sow.
We will not take more than the land can offer.
Our want for comfort and amusement
will not lead us astray.
When we see an omen,
we will not turn away.
And we will be grateful for what we are given."
We light the fire of remembrance
as a promise to live
in accordance with this covenant.
"I promise."
Reference:
"Sorrow"
Flash Gordon
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