Primitive humanity launched a search through their
minds for a higher creative and moral intelligence
that might lead them to an understanding of their place
in creation. For surely a higher order of primary creation
was responsible for the mysterious beauty and threats
that surrounded humanity as it strove to surmount the
threats and appreciate the abundance that nature set
before them inviting its use and enjoyment as humanity
endured its long pathway to civilized existence. This
is a story. It is not a fairy tale, nor a myth despite
the undying love and fascination the human mind
has for stories that elevate, educate and entertain.
Stories that ideally, while winding their way through
the millennia of human existence promise a happy
ending. This story is in the throes of an undoing
with few prospects of a happy ending. It is a story
of a once-great nation comprised of its First Nations
and all those who arrived incrementally over time
to share its bounty and beauty. The inestimable
wonders of the nature of Nature's mountains and
prairies, woodlands and lakes, rivers and forests
of unsurpassed breadth and girth. One day, goes
our story, a mediocre presence of a sociopathic
narcissist who hated the country was elevated t o
its leadership and the once tranquil and placid
populace was transformed for among them newly
arrived malcontents brought a festering fire of hate
disrupting its cultural, political and social ethos
from a disposition of tolerance and respect one for
the other, to a rancid, riotous realm of suspicious
intolerance, disruption and desecration of moral
and ethical values in a campaign of civil decay.
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