By Irene Rudnev We are an old species! Nobody knows where we came from, but we certainly have a long history – by our standards at least. Scientists tell us we started as goo, while creationists insist we were sculpted from clay by the divine hand. But regardless of how we began, it was from one seed, one lump of clay, or one puddle of goo. And if dust is what we all are returning to, then there is going to be one cloud of it flying around the earth. No matter the matter, this is what we are all about – oneness. Either way, once we took human form, we became mankind and embarked on exploring the allotted dimension. We floated on Tatum’s[1]back through infinite celestial waters, dwelled on a vast, lavish island carried by three giant elephants[2], and roamed virgin flatlands resting on three cosmic whales[3]sleepless in their sacred duty. All these empyrean colossi were doing an excellent job until we found ourselves on the round globe, where point A has the same address as point Z. The primordial beasts were laid off and their phantoms discarded. We finally reached point Z, and a millennia long, blindfolded journey came to an end. The bandeau concealing reality was removed, and we entered a round world, which turned out to be surprisingly small – in fact, perhaps even smaller than our previously occupied, flat habitats. At least in those bygone days, we could still dream about some distant terra incognita[4], filled with imaginary wonders and captivating riches, where we would be able to move one day, in case we...
