If a strange and sudden amnesia were to befall us all and a fresh new generation, true tabula rasa children, sired of ultimate innocence were to rise, they would laugh and shake their bell-clear heads to read dusty tales of risen corpses and disproportionate paternal anger over stolen fruit.
And down the years when one of them unsure took up an old book from which he began to glean a trust in the idea of a lonely being who created man exactly as he still appeared, who drowned all but two of every kind, and who still monitored silently from a lofty hiding spot keeping daily scores for all, the others would set this person down and hand him another book, one which was not yet written when our own antecedents first entertained such obtuse ideas.
Therein he would find unshakeable solace in the knowledge that of all possible permutations of individual life, his own came about when uncountable others did not. Seek awe in that, and he need never seek it elsewhere again.
Benjamin Dodds is a child of the Riverina who now makes his home in Sydney's inner west. His poetry ...>>
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