Once upon a time, now, and a place, here, there were peoples of a great monkey god. They believed he was the protector
of their eternal pleasures. The peoples of the great monkey god were the decay of a high and noble race, but they did not
know this because they had lost their memory. When they encountered the legacies left them by unknown fathers, they could
not understand. They could no longer hear the order of creation in music nor perceive beyond the obvious through art nor understand
the complexities of nature by science. This did not disturb them because they had been taught to invent stories when they
didn’t understand and to call things by new names which only they knew. They had been given hypnotic screens which made
the stories seem real and invested the new names with magical powers. The peoples of the great monkey god were content upon
their road to oblivion because they could no more anticipate the future than they could understand the past.