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In the beginning was the Ocean, and the Ocean was alone. And the Ocean did not know where it ended or where it began, and so it created Time. And the Ocean passed through Time. The Ocean created Land, so that it did not have always to be with itself. And it cast off fiery bits of itself to light the sky, and it created Wind, and it filled itself with tiny nodes of energy called Life. And still it passed through Time and Space, but now it was not so alone. And the Ocean watched as its creations changed, as rivulets became rivers, as hillocks grew to mountains, as fissures opened, as the floating life-units began to swim, to crawl, to fly. But a Time came when the plenitude of Life failed to satisfy, and so the Ocean instilled Intelligence and free will in certain of its creatures, and it called them Humans, and it watched as the first crude tools were fashioned by Human hands, and it watched the first wars being fought, and it watched as these large-headed apes began to reshape the lands and the waters in new ways. And it came to pass that the Lands and the Waters became staind with Human filth, and the Ocean became concerned. And so the Ocean sent a message to the Human leaders and did thereby cause them to erect thousands of great effigies of itself throughout the land. And in each of these towers the Ocean deposited a tiny portion of its pure self, and gave the Humans permission to partake of it freely. And the Humans gathered around the towers and built their towns and cities around them, and the towers did serve as the Eyes and Ears of the Ocean, and the Ocean watched and listened and waited, and for a time, the Ocean was content. One day the Ocean noticed that the Humans were passing by its effigies with hardly an upward glance, and drinking freely without thanks or acknowledgment. And so the Ocean began to speak. At first, the Humans did not understand what the Ocean was saying. They heard only creaks and groans and the whistling of the wind. But one Human, great of intelligence and great of sensitivity, hear the Ocean's words, and lo! He began to speak with the Ocean's voice. But few Humans heard the words of the Ocean--to most it was nothing more than the crashing of distant waves, the murmur of a slower creek, the muted static of raindrops falling upon wet earth. Only a few, keen of ear and pure of soul, heard the words of the Ocean. And they looked up and they saw the great silver belly, fat and wet, and they fell down upon their knees on the moist earth and they bowed down before it and they named it the Ten-Legged God. And so it came to be that a group of disciples set forth to spread the word the Ten-Legged One throughout the Land, and they called themselves Chutengodians, and for a time the Ocean was content. And the sun rose and the sun set and the waters of the Earth did moisten that which was dry, and the Humans did drink thirstily of it, and the Chutengodians did worship the Ten-Legged One and all of the Ocean's avatars, and lo, there were times of goodness and plenty. But in time even the Chutengodians did become neglectful and across the land of towers of the Ocean rusted and grew weary. And there came a time when the Chutengodians argued among themselves and some said the will of the Ocean was depleted, and that Humans did control the waterways and the rains. And they did call themselves the Pragmatists. And those who opposed the Pragmatists, and who called themselves the Faithful, said no! The waterways and the rains are the province of the Ocean and its Avatars, and those who do not recognize the supremacy of the Ocean over all shall be damned to wander forever in a waterless desert. And a great rift grew between the Faithful and the Pragmatists, and harsh words flew like arrows, and the people of Earth formed into two great tribes, and the Land trembled with malice. And the corners of the Earth were divided, and the Two Tribes, the Faithful and the Pragmatists, named each other Evil, and they each sent spies and lies to promote ruination and hatred, and so did the bitterness spread like bindweed across the land. And the elders of the Two Tribes formed their people into great armies, and the armies did gather upon the plains and deserts and the seas. And the clouds of war did descend upon the Earth, and the great armies came together in a holocaust of fire and wind, and they fought from dawn to dusk, and the Pragmatists prevailed on the first day of the Great War. So the Faithful gathered in the forests and on the mountains and in dark caverns, and they prepared themselves, and on the night of the second day they immersed themselves in the rivers and streams. And others of them waded out into the lakes and the seas, or marched upon the glaciers. And at dawn on the third day, they called upon the Ocean's Avatars to strike. And as the sun rose and touched the heads of the towering Avatars, the Pragmatists did look up in fear and awe, and a great cry of holy terror arose, and was heard in every land. And lo, the Avatars did march upon the Pragmatists, and from the sky came a deluge such as Earth had never known, and the Pragmatists were swept away on a great tide, and the lands of Earth sank beneath the waves. And all the four-legged creatures of earth did drown. And the reptiles that crawled upon their bellies did drown as well. And those who walked upon two legs, they drowned too, with neither Pragmatist nor Faithful spared from the fury of the Ocean... And the towers did crumble then give their substance unto the Earth... And in the End, only the Ocean remained, and the Ocean was alone.

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