My father told me that the origin of our peoples began when our ancient ancestors sprung from a giant clutch of eggs, the first and only children between a grand mountain spirit who can be understood as something like a princess fairy, and, a magical beast of an unknown and powerful spirit below the sea, something like a dragon shape-shifter.
Their love was true, each cared for the other and the children they bore entirely but were both dangerously unhappy. The mother couldn't bear to be separated from the deep heart of her mountain realm. In this same way the father couldn't bear to be so far from the great seas. So they divorced, and divided the children between them. Mother retreated to the heart of near mountains and father to the coastline of nearest seas.
Though they visited each other from time to time, each, for the most part, raised the children they tended alone. Divided in this way their children were clever, healthy and strong but no one child was immortal, the magic incomplete. No child was solely like a spirit of the mountains or magical beast from beneath the sea. As like any human child they grew and matured. And, once grown, each set out on their own to eventually marry mortals and join mankind. Regardless, they continued to do as they had always done when children: journey to see and share joy with siblings, kin and kith.
This is how in ancient times they came to be as a federation of clans who lived with care and respect for the many peoples, creatures, waters and lands that we know today as simply the world.
My parents divorced before I can remember. My mother gave birth to me as a citizen of a nation founded on a righteous fantasy of perfect union and that is named for such, 'The United States of America.' There is in that a faint parallel to the origin stories told to me as a child but there is little to no resemblance to be found otherwise. If anything this nation is a violent, criminal and strange inversion; one with little respect or care for spirit of any kind.
For a moment I contemplate this as a basis to imagine or understand why some ASSHOLES I meet say that I am of a different race than them (whatever it is that they imagine constitutes their private 'them') and alien to what they imagine to be the real of their righteousness, "their" nation; a place they believe that I am less than worthy of. Belief that seems to dictate that everything is by God's good grace less than "their" U.S., less than their "us." That must be why they so violently devour everything.
They devour and devour unable to recognize kith, water, lands and even what one might suppose to be their kin (of which were cast as being other along with the rest of otherness) under a singular belief and expression of faith, abhorrently simple as it remains to be: that which is Others is less, balance existence to render this truth accordingly. As an imperative it is of little wonder that the world as such consumes itself; unable to incorporate a conceptualization or value in birth the only means of (re)production is (to) shit.