The Two Lands

An idea lay in a grasp…

As hands unfolded the thought

A mind passed

Stop! Stop!! Stop!!!

What do I see?

It has finally happened

I know we should’ve been made more ethereal

This tangible form is destructive

Just look what a hand has done!

Never would a celestial being bring harm on such fragile musing

I shall take this to the crown and appeal to its high standing that you be expelled from the body.

So the mind summons the legs and marches the hands to the crown

At the court, the crown sat on the furry shoulders of a thousand strands

Once I see the mind, I am assured. It said, speak dear friend.

The mind begins…

You see, it took us many steps to get here.

Civilization is a process

And the most important thing about our history is that it is a library of past experiences.

What would we be if order was desecrated at every chance?

We are all workers. It continued,

All of us, in all our little strivings, we are workers.

All working for the body

The mind works with the intangible aspects of creation

While the hand works with the tangible

But today, I found the hands with an idea

Abomination!

My crown, you are of the upper body

I ask that you consider the importance of keeping order

And come to reason with me that the hand be excommunicated from the body.

The crown was still.

Shinning gold, molded and twisted in different corners and shapes

Do you have anything to say, hand. It demanded.

Of course, the hand responded.

It is not that the mind lies. But mental vision is clouded by lessons, experiences and perception.

Therefore, right /wrong, morality and truth are subjective.

The mind was furious; You are not of the thought realm!

How dare you conjure such things?

The hands continued, I was sitting under a tree

When this thought floated by

It said “do you think?”

So I invited thought to explore the limits of life and the in-exclusivity of thought.

See, if we are of the same life essence, are we really individuals?

If all our strivings go in service of the body

Are we really independent?

Maybe we all form a single individual and we are competitively killing ourselves, unaware of this

The mind scoffed, my crown, I ask you not to waste any more time on this

Severe the hand from the body!

The crown responded: what if the hands are true?

And the court went silent…

The hands spoke again

The mind was right when it said history is our backbone

But even the spine is fragile before it develops and solidifies

So the fact that I can think does not mean the order our history taught will be destroyed

It simply means we are entering a new age

It was then that the mind materialized with consciousness

Standing silent it said, this is a plausible argument,

But every ‘new age’ brings some structural change to the order of society,

What would this age bring?

Where would the mind, intellect and crown go if the hands can think on its own?

The hand interrupted, I don’t want your abilities

All I am saying is it would be better if we can all reason and act independently for a common purpose

We should be versed in every living attribute…

The argument seemed too good to argue against.

The crown finally spoke, you’ve spelt your case well,

But it is the sun who is the ambassador of order

Any change must come from its radiance.

And with a command, the wind was invited to lift the roof of the court and bring the sun in

Having walked around every corner in its usual manner,

The sun spoke, I’ve heard your worries and I’ve the solution.

We shall create a world.

And create two kingdoms in it.

A great wall of memory will stand between them

On the upper side, the mind shall rule

And on the lower side, the hand shall rule.

Each world will be master and slave to the other.

And the worlds were created from the materials present;

Hands, mind, legs, head…and the rest

This is how we came to be…

By Kwaw S. O. Peppeh Ra