Your life is not meaningless - you blog
This is what my husband told me. And then I stopped blogging and then I changed to 5 different blogging websites because I want to reinvent myself. The net knows who you are though. Slowly, it seemed like all my blog posts were meditations on media that I consumed. I am more than a list of my likes and dislikes on facebook -goddamnit.
To break the cycle of media definition I started writing for 20 minutes at 6 in the morning while making oatmeal and yams. My mind at 6 am while eating yams - I wrote this in vi and the spelling, writing and formatting is all wonky.
In the heart of Africa live a tribe of twins. Each mother gives birth to twins and the twins suck the two teats of their mothers. At the passing of the 7th moon diad the twins are weaned and another set of twins are reborn. There is no word for a single child. Single children are abberations and abnormalities, akin to giving birth to a scaled toad with wings. The stories of the non twin births are ghost stories sent to scare people in the night. And old men, and witch women, and criminals are denounced as non twinning. Everything exists in pairs. And pairs of pairs. Every twin has a set of 4 sandles, and two waterskins. There is no one of anything. The one does not exist.Twins have one name and live their life together as one life - never separating.The natural state of man is two, says the Androche. Why else would we have two of everything, 2 eyes, 2 ears, to breasts, 2 arms to hold the children. They dont even say this. They do not know how to talk about anything less than 2. They dont understand it. There is nothing less than 2. Something less than two is incomplete. It is just a part - it is not whole - like a piece of meat. When the androche go hunting for their meat, they can only hunt animals in packs with even numbers. The odd numbered packs are ill omens - incomplete packs. Out in the wilderness there is part of the pack still wandering to seek revenge onthe androche. When the androche goes hunting an even number of animals must be killed. Everything is two, there is no one. The twin shamins and twin chiefs rule the tribe. They are twins of a boy/girl pair from a high ranking family, and they dispense the wisdom and the justice for a tribe.The greatest crime is fratricide of cleaving yourself - and the price is banishment and death. Each twin lives together as man and wife, even if the twin is man and man or wife and wife. They take other twins as lovers to father and mother their future twins, but together the twins are whole. They do not find unity in marrage to another. Male/Female twins are especially auspicious since they can reproduce. And in the case of the high ranking family of the androXi, the seers, and androZi, the warriors, they mate with their twins as well as with the twins of others. How did the androche come to be like this? The androXi say that at the beginning of the world there was nothing. There was the great Yam with 4 pair of eyes. And the eyes sprouted forth the sun and the heavens from one pair, the earth from another, the antelopne from a third, and from the fourth sprouted the androche. Where did the yam come from? The seers do not say, only that the Yam was always there with its 4 pairs of eyes. Why 4 pairs and not 1 pair. Well nothing begins with 1 not even a pair of 1. A pair of two perhaps but two pairs of two is even more auspicious. But you may ask, there was one yam. Yes that is right. The Yam is forever giving birth, trying to find its twin. And one day the yam will reunite with its twin.