QuentR: I feel like an old shaman, worn by the constant need to raise the spirits of the tribe. Saddened by the thought that after I pass on to become an ancestor nobody will keep alive the ancient tradition of optimistic prophecy upon which this society relies for its aspirations, its pathways to the future, its motivation. I dread an age when only the angry, bitter voices of pessimism hold sway.
And then, like the flash of a diamond, the peal of a silver trumpet, QuenttR prophesies - "up 1 1/2 to 2 tomorrow". The audacity, the elan, the thrilling clarity and boldness! In his clarion call, I hear myself again, my youthful, vigorous self. I turn my face to the ancestors and with misty eyes and a contented heart say "you knew, didn't you - you knew the tradition would never die". |
