On
the good old Earth,
back
in the Time of the Great Mother Goddess,
aka
the Golden Age of Free Love.
Back
in the time before Baal and Anat,
Apsu
and Tiamat.
Back
when
Man
still
t i
l l e d,
and
not merely
f
i
l
l
e
d,
the
womb of
Woman,
(sawing
love, and in return, reaping
warmth
and
delight).
Back
when no one ever had any reason to flee
or fight.
Back
when Gilgamesh was not yet born,
and
no city needed to surround
itself
with
grotesque
stone
WALLS.
Back
in the Time of Openness and Reaching Out,
the
Coming Together,
rather
than
F
a
l
l
i
n
g
A p
a r
t.
Back
when people used to make
love
to
the land,
and
the Raping had not yet begun.
Back
when there were no great floods,
and
no angry men speaking in the name of angry gods,
and
no holy texts, and no holy laws,
and
no frenzied crowds to stone
the
Sinners,
and
no docile crowds to watch and applaud.
Back
when each of us had a name
that
was
earned,
and
not simply given.
Back
when there was no need for messiahs or
salvation,
when
all yearning was for greater knowledge
and
greater harmony with the
Universe,
rather
than
love
and
acceptance
(for
these were freely offered).
Back
when warmth was there
in
abundance,
even
on the coldest days
and
in the loneliest places.
Back
when there were
no
sects,
no
pollution,
no
missiles,
no
castes
and
no
borders
(only
frontiers and horizons free for the
R
o a
m i n
g).
Back
when people still knew how to give
and
how to
t
a
k
e
without
harming.
Back
when Civilization was not yet defined,
and
storytellers sitting around
improvised
campfires
dreamed
up
history
and
religion.
Back
in that admittedly mythical time,
though
in truth, it is no more
or
less mythical than any other
time,
including
this very moment
in
time.
Back
when Man still cared about Woman,
and
Woman about Man.
When
Adam
was
truly in love with
Eve,
and
Ammar
with
Iman.
Back
when everything made sense,
even
the Unknown.
Back
in the time before
the
Primordial Crime
of
fear, hesitation, regret,
self-
induced
blindness
and
c
e
a
s
e
l
e
s
s
r a
t i
o n a
l i z
a t i
o n.
Back
in that particular time when
I
once
lived
and
belonged.
And
had absolutely nothing
for
which to
a
t o
n e.
Back
then…
b
a
c
k
when,
I
once actually managed to
be
l
o
n
g.
BELONG…
I
suddenly
find
myself
re jec
ted
and
a
l o n e.
For
a mature and civilized
man
a tainted
man,
can
never really find
a
home
in
such
a
warm
and
in
no
cent
world.
Notes
The Mother Goddess:
according to the latest archeological findings, one of the first deities to be
worshipped by the ancient Syrians.
Baal, Anat, Apsu and Tiamat:
the protagonists of several ancient Syrian and Mesopotamian myths dealing with
the origins of the universe, the human race and weather patterns, not to
mention death-defying love and other mythical notions.
Ammar and Iman: the
protagonists of a modern myth dealing with the useless walls people build
between themselves and others, the inability to dream, parental possessiveness
and filial loyalty. In other words, this is merely a reference to a recent
breakup which ended a brief love but intense story with a young Christian girl.