Let me tell you a story. About strange events that happened in a time so long ago that any record of it has long been eaten by the Earth…
Once upon a time… There was a strange and very green and blue planet.. It had life, creatures that roamed the lands and were peaceful, content in the realms of their survival and existence.
Then, one day, there was a fiery ball. A huge disastrous thing came crashing down from the blue sky into the green. It set fire to everything around it. The trees burned and smoked. The green was destroyed in an instant leaving a gray and desolate landscape.
A landscape that would become a portent of things to come… Especially for the creatures and wild things that already inhabited this beautiful planet.
After the smoke cleared; the creatures of the planet started to investigate what happened and they discovered there was a new creature among them. It had emerged from the ball of fire and was wandering the land, looking, touching things… Investigating as well.
When the two met it was very clear that they were two very different things. Though both of them walked upright on two legs, they were totally different in appearance. The creatures of the green planet actually thought the fire must have burned all of the hair off of these strangers as they were so smooth and not a hair on them anywhere.
The two stood in this barren new landscape and stared at each other.
One of the tall smooth ones came closer and made a sign with its hand. It held it up and moved the fingers up and down. The shorter hairy ones seemed to understand this and did the same back. After a while of this with different signs and things going back and forth one of the hairy ones started walking around, picking up pieces of the strange metal shell that had surrounded the smooth ones ball. The pieces were everywhere in all different sizes and shapes and it was trashing up the landscape as far as the hairy ones were concerned. It didn’t belong there so they started to clean it up. The smooth ones stood off to the side and watched as the hairy ones built a large pile with the trash metal.
After that the world would never be the same for the hairy ones. Though the two creatures were similar in intellect, the hairy ones had heart and the others just did not. The hairy ones just kept on trying to help the smooth ones and keep their home the same as it was before they arrived. The smooth ones only cared about themselves. What amused them in a day. Entertainment, gambling.. Pretty, shiny things.
They discovered there were beautiful crystals and rocks deep inside the planet. Once they had gotten a few by general accident, they couldn’t have enough of them. They asked the hairy ones if they knew about them and how to get more of them.
The hairy ones held a council. Should they tell the smooth ones? In the end, they agreed to not have a conflict and they told the smooth ones what they knew. The smooth ones told them they needed help getting the crystals and rocks out of the planet. They needed the hairy ones to come with them. Help them dig.
The hairy ones once again obliged.
It turned out that the hairy ones would never stop digging, and the obsession that the smooth ones had with beautiful things would never cease or wan. They had to own them, fight over them, kill for them. The hairy ones did not understand. They looked at the rocks and crystals. they saw the beautiful shells, but to them it was all beautiful. It was their world. It was their duty to take care of it, to keep it beautiful…They could look at it right where it was, they didn’t have to take it home. And they knew they liked the brilliantly colored bird feathers far better when they were still on the living bird…
They also knew that things had gone too far with the smooth ones, but there was no going back now. The smooth ones had made weapons, or tools as they called them, out of some of the rocks the hairy ones had helped them get. They used them on the hairy ones and sometimes killed them. The smooth ones were violent and scary to the hairy ones and they did not know how to act or what to do.
Eventually some of the hairy ones started to copy the smooth ones. They beat on their brethren and sometimes killed them.
Eventually there was a battle. The hairy ones lost. The smooth ones now had full control over the planet and they named it Earth. They walked it freely, crushing whatever they wanted beneath their feet. There were very few hairy ones left that were not enslaved or dead. The ones that were still free, hid. They hid and they lasted. A few may still be left… up high in the mountains and lost places…
The enslaved ones on the other hand ended up in many different kinds of relationships with the smooth ones. Sometimes they dated them, sometimes they ran off and got married… Neither the smooth ones or hairy ones cared, so eventually it was pretty common.
The children of these matches were interesting. Some were cool and calm like the smooth ones or Sky people as they were now called. Some were wild and free like the hairy ones or Earth people. Some were a little of both. Fine personalities coming out of such sad and miserable circumstances.
Humans…
Now readers, this piece has been purely fictional mess that brews in the old brain here, but…
The point I believe, is to acknowledge those wild and free humans that bear more of those Earthbound traits that are so important for survival. Those wild folks with light spirits who know when and how to say “fuck it”… and, more importantly, “fuck you”.
It is not the money or the bright, shiny things that are important in this world. Some humans know this. Remnants of those hairy ones maybe?
Earth people.
This is our home.