Imagine this: a writing challenge!! 😉 The Daily Post Daily Prompt: Connect the dots instructed us as follows:
“Open your nearest book to page 82. Take the third full sentence on the page, and work it into a post somehow.”
The book I picked up near me is “Ishmael” by Daniel Quinn. This is a book my little brother bought me some years ago. Remembering him and this gift I picked it up and started reading it in November I believe. Obviously I’ve not been reading it consistently, being distracted and busy with other things and all, but it’s so far a great book, excellent concept.
Here’s the third full sentence on page 82: “So far we have this much: The world was made for man to conquer and rule, under human rule it was meant to become a paradise.”
We were unsure what they really expected of us. There was nothing left, nothing to go off of and yet what we were hearing was apparently some kind of rule, law of the land they said. It made no sense to me really, I mean where we’re from we don’t conquer, we don’t defy the natural order of God. Our lands were only so because that’s where we hailed from, but they were never ours. After all, he always reminds me that when we pass beyond our lives we take nothing with us but our memories and our souls. The world, and certainly some form or paradise, is immortal; how do you conquer that which is immortal?
“Got it? Whatever you see, if it ain’t us, kill it. We’ve gotta get camp set up before nightfall. Men we’ll start with the trees, take them down. This is our land, we have to take back our birthright and rebuild our society!” His shouts engaged the crowd and got them yelling, grunting and excited.
Pedilum looked around at the humans aggressive and ready to charge. She didn’t understand. Onara saw her fear and confusion, he grabbed her two fingers and squeezed them gently out of sight of the crowd. The energy pulsed between them as he delivered his message to her: We are not among kin. These are not warriors, champions or beings of honor. They are full of arrogance and entitlement. Before long they will turn to us and see our skin red as the evening sky, they will turn on us once they’ve used our strengths. They will feed their weaknesses and starve the world. They are destroyers.
Their faces were front and center as the group began to march. The leader of these people saw them standing still, their faces unreadable. They were stronger than he. They were unknown to him. They were a threat. Until he could neutralize the threat of the land he would have to let them be. His blood ran hot as he thought of the impact they had on his people. They barely spoke and yet they won everyone’s attention without trying. Maybe it was their appearance, their skin, the strange glow they often emitted. They would have to learn their place. This land was made for man, God gave it to us. It is our paradise, nothing else matters.