The Rainbow Death

“Long, long ago, it is said, there was a mighty civilization, where we now sit.
Beneath our feet, throughout this forest, lay an endless glory of buildings, the likes of which we have never seen.

It was a place of miracles, where a man might live past eighty years, enjoying riches beyond imagining. There was food, all year round. Heat without fire. Great distances could be traveled without walking.
Men could speak to other men, over vast distances. The image of their faces could be seen, by others, over many leagues.”

The assembled children, and a few old women, stared at the shaman, wide-eyed, as they always did, when he told this tale, although he had told it many times before. As had shamans before him, too. For with each new year, there would be born a few new children, and so, in its time, the tale would be retold, that all should know of it.

“Men lived in towers that reached the sky. Their work was easy, and light. They had no need to hunt, no need to sow. No need to gather fuel, and no need to war.
The women walked as men, and did not toil, as our women toil. The children walked as men, and did not sit, as we do, around fires, in the night. For there was light, that came through iron strings, that turned night into day.”

A gasp of perennial astonishment rippled among the audience, as they tried, and failed, to imagine this mystery.

“Men flew like birds, through the sky,” continued the shaman. “Gleaming birds, as big as a whale. A time of wonder. A time of magic.
With such power in their grasp, those people should still be here now. That they are not, has puzzled our tribe, for generations.  For their tribe was not like ours, as we are not like them.
There were a few, it is said, that were as we are. Light of skin, with faces similar to our own. But alongside these, were a multitude of different peoples, with different ways, and different appearances. It is uncertain how this came to be. As many things remain unclear, after so much time has passed.”

A child squalled, briefly, as its mother shifted her position. The wind sent icy fingers through the trees. Shadows of orange and yellow played over the earnest faces, young and old, alike.

“What is not known, is the manner of their passing. With so much, what could have happened? Our wisest men have pondered this, for generations. How Gods could vanish, leaving so few remains upon our lands. This, we may never know…”

The shaman stopped, suddenly, his mouth still open, and it felt to him as if in all these years of telling, and retelling The Legend, that he had been deaf, dumb and blind. His eyes flared wide, his mouth snapped shut, and he leaped to his feet as if his years were but months. He cast his eyes around, from face to face, his breathing quickened. He raised his arms and spoke in a voice never heard before…

“The Death claimed the Gods. The Rainbow Death! Children given the power of men. Women too. The power of men removed from men. Men loved other men, and were given power for this. Women loved other women, and were given power for this. Boys taught to love other boys and be rewarded for this. Girls too.
The ancient laws all overturned, and made punishable.
Enemies imported and given power over men.
Enemies placed above the men.
None of them wanting, any more, to hunt, build, forage or cultivate. All expecting to live without making it so. Ahhh…”

The shaman stopped, and there was silence. The scene lay frozen, but for the flickering shadows cast by the central fire.

The silence deepened, as the shaman saw his vision, and grasped for understanding. Finally he spoke, his voice the voice of reason, once more.

“They died because they did not care about living. Life, to them, became so lacking in value, that they simply stopped living.”

He stopped, again, as he decided what he must do, with this new revelation.
Here was nothing to be revered and retold. This was ugliness beyond ugly. There was no good in it.
It was time to let the age of wonder go. This time, forever.
With great sadness, and great resolve, he gathered himself and spoke one last time.

“The Gods were not Gods at all. They were less than us. They were finished with living, long before they no longer lived. They fell from The Way, and did not care. And so they died.
This, I know, is the way of it, for I have seen it, finally.
And so, each one of us, may give these ghosts their final rest.
By never speaking of them again.
Our lives are hard, and our rewards are few. We must toil to live, and live to toil.
Yet in this, we are richer, by far, than the ancients. For we know this thing, while they allowed themselves to forget.
So, henceforth, we will tell this tale no more. We will begin history again, and honour our own accomplishments. For it is certain, that none of the wonders the ancients possessed, could prevent their complete extinction.”

He smiled at each face, in turn, moving slowly around the circle. Nodding to each. Taking his time.

“This, and only this, is what is important,” he finished. “Our tribe. Our children. Our circle. Our fire.”

51 Comments

  1. Bruce Charlton says:

    That is blimmin brilliant!

  2. EvilBuzzard says:

    The tribalism will reassert itslef before the downfall. In much of America it already has.

    1. The tribalism will reassert itself

      In the same way not defecating in our water supply, washing our hands before meals, not eating each other’s brains and not smoking in bed will — common sense derived from learned principles of our world. Not inherent morality; learning.

  3. Kirill Nenartovich says:

    “By never speaking of them again” he ensured that the history will repeat itself.

    1. CheeseLord says:

      We’ll by not learning the truth about their fall, yes. But the text clarifies that they learned the truth. The context suguest that by never speaking of them they could prevent the children who were differen from the ones of the past, desired to live like the ones of the past.

      Since the children were already different it was unlikely that they’ll turn like them because they knew work was the key to live.

      1. I have no idea what the author meant, but what I got out of it is that you do not avoid great ills by studying them.

        If you make up a different plan for health, and focus on that, you minimize sickness.

        In other words, if you’re trapped in a Footloose universe, don’t try to stop the kids from dancing. Make something better than a dead-end job in a dead-end town and lead them toward the light, not away from the darkness.

        People are simple and most of them are careless, stupid, greedy, unwise, unjust and narcissistic. That’s among smart first-world populations. It gets worse in third world places like Ecuador, Thailand and eastern Europe. If you can communicate one thing to these dolts, it’s a positive thing they should work towards. Over time, natural selection will weed out the weak.

    2. crow says:

      Not necessarily, and not for a long, long time.

    3. crow says:

      The tribe discards history, and perhaps this is wise.
      A chance for a fresh start, with a possibly different outcome.

      The society that keeps its history, is constantly tempted to re-write it, and therein may lie the fatal dose of repetition.

      Who can say?

      1. Jason says:

        Who wrote that liberalism is a disease that has taken down many civilizations? I know I read it here or on In Mala Fide.

        My primitive brain suggests to me that any society that loses it’s masculinity, will lose it’s culture. I’m pretty hammered right now, and I don’t want to write out an ill-conceived diatribe on the state of our genders. The fact that we have no direction or goals, I feel like my parents’ generation took the responsibility out of men. I will think about this further when sober.

        1. Nicholas Marville says:

          Write no further, see here, first ^^

          http://www.amerika.org/social-reality/with-a-whimper/

      2. Kirill Nenartovich says:

        “The society that keeps its history, is constantly tempted to re-write it,”

        Not necessarily. And if a society rewrites its history, that means it did not keep it.

        “… and therein may lie the fatal dose of repetition.”

        Does not follow from the first part of the sentence. If just tempted but never did, it does not count. If the history gets rewritten, the probability the next iteration will be different increases.

        1. crow says:

          If you insist on everything being written as you would write it, then there is no discussion, is there?
          Possibly you think you understood, when possibly you understood what you understood, and not what was communicated, as, it turns out, rather unsuccessfully.
          But not everyone will understand everything, and this is the unfortunate nature of language, alongside interpretation, based upon the differing experiences each of us has.
          Etc :)

          1. Kirill Nenartovich says:

            I’m far from insisting on anything. I’m trying to articulate my concerns and understand better what I read, and perhaps doing it rather clumsily, since I’m not a native English speaker. And you are right, it is very likely I just misunderstand what is written. I will try better :)

    4. Not necessarily. As said above in my comment, sensible patterns of behavior tend to occur everywhere and be re-discovered when lost simply because they are sensible responses.

      If we forgot how to cook food, do you think we’d figure it out eventually? That’s a far simpler example, but still relevant.

      1. Kirill Nenartovich says:

        We would re-invent cooking spending time designated for something else, e.g. better society. Why not to save time by keeping the recipe book?

        We lack rationality and never learn lessons of history; it is related to apparent fractal property of the world. However, it does not prove that man will be so irrational always. Also a decision not based on common sense sometimes may result in something useful. But to forget deliberately about a dangerous place in the forest, on the ground that somebody dyed in it, seems illogical. I would better remember it, and even put signs around it.

        I thought this site was created in hope something unusual can happen: man will learn how to avoid dead ends almost as efficiently as a mouse in maze.

      2. Kirill Nenartovich says:

        died, of couse, not dyed

        1. crow says:

          Something unusual did happen.
          But, unfortunately, you unmade the happening:
          A hippie did his thing, man, and engaged in some tie-dye, in the forest. Then God showed up, was upset at this tie-dyeing thing, and the poor ol’ hippie died instead :(

          But don’t fret; lots of unusual things happen here.
          Notice how, although people often don’t agree with each other, all the time, a flame-war doesn’t result. In a politically-charged milieu, no less.
          That in itself is pretty unusual, don’t you think?

          We are discovering how to coexist.
          I see that as very unusual, for these modern times. And very encouraging.

          1. Kirill Nenartovich says:

            Poor thing, he died for the art of tie-dye that reminds me fractal graphics. He liked the nature, that’s why he did it in the forest. God was upset because there was a precise picture of Big Bang on the T-shirt this guy produced by accident with this tie-dye – a secret to be kept away from men.

          2. crow says:

            Yes! You see it now. Not everyone would.
            There’s a lot going on that people miss.
            This may be the only place, in existence, where one may plumb the depths of Conservative Mysticism.

          3. Kirill Nenartovich says:

            Don’t think it escaped my attention that all that happened in your forest overloaded with life. Otherwise God would hardly show up (have you ever seen God in somebody else’s forest?)
            I can be a detective.

          4. crow says:

            “I can be a detective”.

            Yet you are unable to detect God in everything?
            Go ahead: take a close look…
            God is not only in everything; God is everything.
            That is why people feel a need to believe in God. They have not yet discovered this often-overlooked reality.

            You heard it first on Amerika!

          5. Kirill Nenartovich says:

            “God showed up, was upset…”, means God was somewhere else before, i.e. not ewerywhere; and been upset after seeng something means lack of omniscience. If God is everything, killing a peaceful hippie equals to His suicide.

            Also, people feel a need to believe when they are not sure. If God is everything and everywhere, I don’t need to believe, I know instead.

          6. crow says:

            Bravo, Inspector Nenartovich!
            You know: I think we may be onto something here :)

          7. Kirill Nenartovich says:

            :)

          8. Hippies taste like bacon.

            They are proof that God is a gun owner, he gave us free targets. The hair just makes them easier to hit.

          9. Kirill Nenartovich says:

            Lucky hunting. And don’t eat them raw.

  4. Ouroboros says:

    Very good. I really enjoy these “story” articles the most. The loss of identity is a sure sign of a dying people.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6LygJB1g8WU

    1. crow says:

      Scary stuff!
      The French do have that certain bolshiness going for them. A nation of boat-rockers: it is their saving grace.
      I was once married to one :)

    2. JooPe says:

      I would argue, relying on external institutions to asign/form one’s own identity is the sign of a dying people/mind.

      1. I would argue, relying on external institutions to asign/form one’s own identity is the sign of a dying people/mind.

        I think you are a closet communist like some of the writers around here. Culture is not external, it’s within. What’s external is all this dogma about equality, tolerance and bringing democracy to Libya.

        1. crow says:

          “Culture is not external, it’s within”.

          A simple sentence. Easily sped past and unnoticed. The crow’s eye sees detail, and considers…
          …and considers it to be profound.
          Culture can erupt, like a dormant volcano, that one never suspected was even there.

          1. JooPe says:

            But in this case, the statement was an asinine assumption, a typical knee-jerk reaction of attempting to invalidate what somebody says by attaching a label to them. It is the modern day equivalent of screaming “HERETIC!!! BURN THE WITCH!”

        2. JooPe says:

          Your thought/assumption is unfounded, i have repeatedly said the fundamental flaw in communism is the same as fascism : no in-built mechanism for changing leaders means instant transformation into totalitarian oligarchy. However, possessing limited means of cognition, you automatically assign a ‘label’ to me to instantly make anything i say ‘invalid’, as most mental weaklings do.

          Culture/society is not within, it is an external construct which people will choose or refuse to adopt. Identity is internal, if so long as you take the time to develop it yourself through introspection/observation, and not merely be passively defined by what others/institutions tell you.

          1. crow says:

            One is often mis-labeled a ‘mental weakling’ when one’s observations are of a profound enough nature.
            There are always those who assume ‘mental’ applies to everything, and that ‘mental’ defines everything.
            It does not.
            Intellect can only understand what it is equipped to understand, no matter how superior that intellect may be.

  5. Jake-the-rake says:

    Nattering nabobs of negativism. Everything bad… not just everything… EVERYTHING! No hope, no joy… WE ARE DOOMED!

    Men stopped being men, women women, kids kids, and even dogs dogs.

    http://youtu.be/kf8TM4CIk5g

  6. Certainly a worthwhile read. A bunch of things come together in this story:

    [1] The essences of things – every thing has an essence, that which Plato called ‘Idea’ and ‘Form’ – and to use things in accordance to their essence, means to stick to the natural order of things. Once a society drifts away from that order, you can have fun for a while but ultimately the experience of life grows shallower, social cohesion begins to crumble, life slowly becomes more apathic. Like a carnival that goes on for a month – seems fun at first yet eventually people become uneasy because they’ve lost their “anchors”.

    [2] The idea that history revolves around a cyclic pattern of state of nature, tribe, city-state, nation-state, world-empire, cosmopolitianism, decadence, collapse. In the Übertheory it is argued that this transfer is caused by people’s willingness to make a greater quantity of goods available for less effort. Which leads to: trade-alliances, scale-enlargement, colonization, big business, globalism.

    [3] Ayn Rand’s concept of a declined civilization, where people went back to pushing their ploughs by hand and cannibalizing their own infrastructure. Eventually the main characters of Atlas Shrugged visit a town that was once booming business and they discover an abandoned factory. At that point they muse upon how everything is the fault of “the mystics”, who still thought in tribal terms and hence tried to run their factories the communitarian collectivist style, destroying true entrepreneurship and bringing everything to ruin.

    1. The essences of things – every thing has an essence, that which Plato called ‘Idea’ and ‘Form’ – and to use things in accordance to their essence, means to stick to the natural order of things.

      This is the essence of civilization, if by the nature of things you posit that he meant the nature of an order pervading all things, as opposed to an order derived from individual objects (deconstruction). Top-down, not bottom-up.

  7. Ouroboros says:

    Civilization is dying because people have stopped caring about their culture. Instead of rooting oneself in tradition and knowledge, they root themselves in techno-craze, sport fetishism and depressing jobs so they can go shop at a dismal shopping mall later with the money they earned.

    Once the European and the American European stopped giving a sh** about who they were, where they come from (Sorry Jersey Shore, but dressing like a moron and eating a lot of pasta doesn’t make you Italian or count as you caring about your culture), they lose their cultural narrative. We sacrifice our narrative in favor of plasma TVs now. We sacrifice it for wanting to seem “nice” and “open-minded”. If this trend does not end, we will stay in line and show the world that the statistics are going to be right: Europeans will be the minority in 50 years time, at least in America.

    1. Jason says:

      Beautiful first paragraph. Sometimes I feel defeated because I was raised in a family that had absolutely 0 culture. I strive to find a deeper sense of belonging in a world that tells me I’m #1.

      1. Ouroboros said:

        lose their cultural narrative

        Which dovetails with what you said:

        I strive to find a deeper sense of belonging

        To me, these fit together nicely: a cultural narrative is a story of where we came from, and where we’re going, and what principles we use to get there.

        Without that, we have nothing but ourselves, which are boring. Our deeds and creations are exciting, but the self itself is a means to an end, not the end.

  8. Fred Davis says:

    I read this thing several times and, at first, it seemed to make sense. Every time I encountered the paragraph beginning with “There were a few, it is said, that were as we are. Light of skin, with faces similar to our own.” it fell apart. This simply is not where we are headed. My guess is that in less than a hundred years you’ll not be able to find a truly light skinned person on this continent and perhaps most other continents as well. This makes absolutely no sense as far as racial identity goes. Had the author reversed and reworded this text, it would have made perfect sense. My guess is that he simply chickened out as he was writing this.

    1. crow says:

      You read it as if it were a nightmare scenario.
      I wrote it as a vision of salvation.
      Although it’s probably a bit of each.

      I rarely – if ever – “chicken out” :)

      1. I wrote it as a vision of salvation.

        These are the best kind of stories.

    2. JooPe says:

      You are forgetting about Texas, where whites are inbred to an albino state.

      1. crow says:

        You don’t like albinos?

  9. JooPe says:

    So in short, recognising the intellectual and leadership capacities of women and homosexuality will destroy western civilisation? Not say, manufactured dependence on fossil fuels which kill the environment we need to survive, overpopulation (something gays help with) or a soon to be dwindling food supply? Fuck no it’s dem women and fags who are gonna get us in the end man!

    Additionally although in violation of almost all ‘ancient laws’ (cultures) homosexuality is none the less, sanctified by the oldest and most self-regulating system we have ever known: nature, on the off chance the writer(s) didn’t know animals frequently engage in homoerotic behaviour.

    1. crow says:

      I’ve never heard of animal civilizations. Maybe that’s why.
      Termites, maybe. They may win out, in the end.
      We will see.

      1. JooPe says:

        Animals do not build ‘civilizations’, but they do create micro-societies/clans. At any rate sine gender preference in sexuality is innate the assertion is retarded/delusional, not merely for failing to show how homosexuality ‘destroys’ western civilization (where would we be if michaelangelo etc. had been murdered?) but because homosexuality cannot be ‘taught’. Gays are a self-limiting population in a hugely over-populated world.

        1. crow says:

          Gosh. I wish I was as smart as you.
          You see all kinds of things that I don’t.
          Probably because for me, they aren’t there.
          While you are sure they are.
          I’ll try to do better.

    2. JP says:

      Not WILL destroy.

      HAS destroyed.

      The corpse is still twitching, but it’s over.

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