The
Tomicraw people had a myth about the end of the world. They believed
that the gods made the world for all mankind to enjoy save for one
plant, a leafy vine that kept to one tiny patch of dirt in the
forest.
“Do not touch this vine, for it is a plant of anger,” warned the gods.
“Do not touch this vine, for it is a plant of anger,” warned the gods.
But
people did not know what anger was, for the world was still peaceful
in those days, and they did not understand the danger. Thus, when two
young lovers strolled through the forest one day, mindful only of
each other, they thought little when they accidentally stepped on the
plant, crushing the vine to the dirt.
Though
the plant brimmed with anger, it had never had an opportunity to grow
until then. When it was brought low to the earth, it reached into the
dirt and took hold, and this was its first runner. As the lovers returned to
their village, and one tripped on the runner, and was angry at the
other for not warning her, and the plant grew. And families quarreled
over who was at fault, her for not looking or him for not telling,
and the plant grew, and soon it had reached the fields where crops
grew and overtook them, and the farmers were angry, and they looked
at the fields of other farmers whose land was not blighted, and from
their anger grew envy, and in the night, as their babies cried for hunger,
desperation grew, and from that grew theft, and the vine grew. In the
morning the other farmers rose and saw what had happened, and they
too became angry at the first for bringing the vines to the edge of
their lands, and from their anger grew hate, and from their hate grew
violence, and violence grew to war, and all the while, the vine
spread, covering everything in its path.
The
world, the Tomicraw said, would end when the vine finally covered the
world completely. Scientists laughed until the vine spread and began
choking out native plant species, which disrupted entire ecosystems
leaving only vines in their wake. And they were angry at the Tomicraw
for not warning them sooner. And the vine grew.
- Originally mailed to P. Mathis in Hattiesburg, Mississippi
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