Mythologue #1
As the story goes there was a time that people subsisted on very unnatural things.
It was the age of petroleum when the black tar was used to fuel everything under the sun- machines, medicine, men, and women.
Trucks, who drank the stuff, rumbled over highways, poured from the stuff, and transported to every store boxed confections, extruded from the stuff, each one carefully packaged in the stuff.
Long oily worms of the stuff were pulled free and spun into new types of fabric.
Vats of the stuff were applied to the skin in order to lubricate, hide blemishes, and provide an attractive sheen.
And, as the story goes, people bored into the inner workings of Nature itself. They cracked cells open and unraveled the strands of life.
Strands were twisted and rewoven to create new lives that died in a year.
To be bought every year.
Strands with bar codes. And strands with trademarks.
Strands with ingrained poisons for pests.
Strands with new colors and new flavors contrived so that our foods became infused with preservatives and would grow around the world in great fields of regularity.
People found that they could create another world, a synthetic manufactured world entirely controlled. People would never want and never need to fear the whimsical cycles of Nature.
