Anthropology, Part 3
Some creatures make sense of the world with their noses. To them go the smells that issue from all things. Some creatures will only know by taste, those mealy ends we face. We ourselves make sure of things with eyes. We look for correspondences and contrasts, explanations, any will do. Great spirits are better at this than weaker spirits. They can hold a form of great character for a long time.
When I first began to study bigfoot, he did a lot of things that confused me. We had many unusual confrontations before we came to understand one another. I am happy to say that our friendship flourishes to this day, though we haven't seen each other in years. He is a dear friend to my heart and I will not let anyone speak poorly of him.
His senses are stronger in just the way color makes it easier to distinguish the spectacle of light. It is no surprise that people paint. In my own way I've tried to express the beacons of shadow that coat the fields as the clouds dapple the Spring corn. How the brindle cow is figured so marvelously that we consider there is some plan to everything.
Strapped and clattering, we spent many days in close conference with each other. We were both on the edge of madness with our fire to communicate. We invented our own language just to be heard.
Madg melaan gosse tongue.
which means:
Anthropology, bigfoot, The Light on the HillAnthropology, bigfoot, The Light on the HillTake heed, my friend.
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