1967

I step out of my hut and stretch my arms, baring my chest against the red light in the sky. Others like me in every way step from their huts too, some bring their mates with them. Down in this valley there is nothing to do except sit and be happy people. It is today that there will be a search party arranged to conquer the vast mountain to our west. My great-great grandfather tells me that in these mountains live a terrible giant that has only been seen once in the past eighty years I. am much too frightened to volunteer to join the party so I refrain from; bringing the subject up again, although I know only too well that I am useless at keeping secrets.

To allay my fears, I step into the hut where my wife is sewing a new tent flap. She will make food, we will play games, doze, explore the explored, walk for miles, eat wild animals, cook, burn, sew, run, tell tales of bravery, tell tales of humour, dance, sing and when I am sleeping she will light a fire. I will affix the tent-flap. Then after all is finished we will retire to the cosy confines of our home and we will discuss our feelings, tell jokes and, maybe play music to each other. Then she might let me go out with two other men from the village and we might go for a midnight run or we might even drink beer or eat more food than we rightly need or maybe we will just sit ant play a game. When I get home she is asleep. I will get into bed beside her and the world ends. It is created again the next morning with the passing of the giant. Between the light of night and the dark of day the red light we call Sun sustains us.

Someday soon we hope to find a suitable religion.