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Fabric
of the
Earth

To be published ...

Fabric of the earth

The following is a short excerpt from the novel

Stone Texture

With life comes consciousness and with consciousness, memory, and that’s the sad truth. After the memory comes the putting together, the attempts at finding the cogent thread that runs the length, that makes a life make sense, any life.

 

That almost sounds simple. As if the task of tracking memory might be calm rather than chaotic, prosaic rather than perilous. But after only one week on this planet called Earth, we began to suspect that we were in for a long, dangerous stretch of mining the memory, sorting the gold from the corrosion, finding the thread and following it through. Little did we know that we had already rent the veil that has separated us from truth and knowledge for an eternity. We had done so from first touch, before we even placed our initial, gentle, and cautious trowels into Earth’s soil. 

 

And if one follows this thread back to its logical origin, then one could say that if Earth equals knowledge, and knowledge equals truth, then the truth has been here all along, waiting patiently for our explorers to find her. And that is also the sad truth.

 

But we are getting ahead of ourselves. First, we must begin the story. We start with Day One on Earth and proceed from there. If the events of the first weeks frighten or disturb you, as they did us, so be it. Knowledge is not without upset. We don’t want to alarm you, but we are quite uncertain if we will be able to write subsequent volumes. Will we be alive to do so? We don’t know. There is danger in truth . . . sadly.

 

Now, to begin. The beginning goes back a long way, but this is as good a place to start as any — with the sound memory makes when it is waking up. 

 

Peace without end,

Your grand-elders, 

Ethyl and Matyu

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