Foundation Myth (2007.11.27)

It was on the seventh day of the festival that Morningstar leapt from a crowd and craned his neck to gaze at the colossus. Every muscle in his tiny frame was taut as he raised his arms above his head and showed his palms to the god. A hush swept over the crowd, since no one before him had dared cross the Beige Line, since no one before him had looked squarely into the Oracle's neon-lighted eyes, and since no one had ever addressed the god directly.

"Oracle, your name is Worm! I am the Oracle now, and you are my subject. Lower yourself and receive my prophecy. Plunge your knees into the earth and be nourished by the ticks and fleas that have quit my body."

He had leapt across the threshold even before the guards could move. Now they stood motionless, dreading the Oracle's punishments for allowing the rude little man into His company. Morningstar had gone where no mortal should go, where no embodied creature should make impure the sacred earth with the filth that spalls from animal flesh. The tiny man spoke again, his voice becoming even more shrill.

"I am the Oracle now, and I say unto you that I have climbed from Stratus through Cumulus until the Cirrus, and that I have murdered the Last True God, and that I found the Overman perched on a mountain, and that I have eaten him!"

The onlookers were rigid with fear, but everyone sighed and many wept with adoration when the god's answer was merciful.

"Your little tantrum is no light matter, but let it amuse whom it will. Now, move along my little one and open your heart, so that one day you may receive the Teachings from me."

Morningstar cringed. The hairs bristled on his neck. He closed his fists and waved them in the air.

"Worm! I have soiled your temples and I have smashed your sacred toys. I have not come to receive Teachings from you! I have come to make you my subject and to tell the masses, with me as their prophet, that they will receive no Teachings from me. I will show them things of great Beauty, I shall offer them great Mysteries, and I shall fill them with Appetites. We shall have festivals for building grand illusions, and then we shall have festivals for breaking them down to bits."

With these words, he turned his back to the Oracle and faced the crowd. The colossus moaned and then closed his eyes. No one dared move until a man grabbed the intruder's ankle and pulled him into the mass of onlookers. Then, a frightful orgy of violence was put in motion, as the mob set upon Morningstar with their bare hands and tore him limb from limb.

In his knapsack they found the golden tongue of a god. In his belly they found the bloodied head of the Overman.


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