When the first ones arrived at the time of the vernal equinox —
the primordial children born from the intermingled passions
of water and starlight — reality gradually detached from itself
and became a kaleidoscopic playland of synchronized fantasies,
a great and enduring puzzle game in which there were always
a few pieces missing, ones that were never meant to be found.
Season after season passed swiftly by, until certain children
began to doubt the game, and so embarked on long crusades
of discovery, searching for the missing links to the puzzle
of their own existence, the final fabled meaning of it all.
In this way many stories were told and then again re-told
of the intrepid explorers who set out to solve the puzzle
of life, who left hearth and home to seek for the answers,
only to return empty-handed to where they first began,
none the wiser for all of their prodigious efforts.
And so the puzzle still remained, a vast confounding mystery,
until a group of cunning children eventually devised a way
to control and manipulate their peers with made-up answers
to the quest, cleverly fabricated puzzle pieces, and this is how
the sly deception quickly grew and spread, until at last
in the play of time it came to be called “religion”.