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There once was a kingdom that had two villages. All the
subjects of the realm lived in one village or the other. Much ado was made by the inhabitants of each
village that they alone were the favorites of the Gods, and thus obviously
superior to the inhabitants of the other village. These frequent declarations
led to constant warfare and skirmishes between the two villages.
Despite generations of warfare, neither side was ever able
to win a decisive victory in their claim to superiority over the other. This
did nothing to dampen the fervor and tenacity to which each side proclaimed its
virtue over the other.
Now, as it happened, this warfare between the villages was
carried out in full view of all the other kingdoms in the land. Rather than taking sides, the inhabitants of
the other kingdoms were confused and frightened because both villages seemed
completely the same to them. What are
they fighting about, they thought, the people in those two villages must all be
crazy. And so, the people of the other
kingdoms stayed away from the two villages, not wanting to get dragged into the
fighting.
So caught up in the fighting were the people of the two villages
that they didn’t notice that no one was minding the crops, and the people of
both villages were starving. Or that the
people of the other kingdoms no longer came to trade at their village markets
and fairs. To make matters worse, the
generations of warfare had left some villagers so confused that they no longer
could tell which village they belonged to.
It was if they were all the same.
Of course, this could never be. For the wise men of each
village had prophesied, in tongues no less, the certainty of their
differences. More sacrifices were needed, said the wise men, so that we may
prove once and for all throughout the realm, which village is indeed the best.
And so the villagers continued to fight and starve and
sacrifice their children in a battle that no one outside the villages cared
about and those in each village no longer understood.
Lady FluxPlay of the land of Celts applauds thee sweet jesters.
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