Through the endless valley of Ardinu, there came a small shiver of wind, piercing through the crags of the peak of the Mountain Range of Akixinost. With each stream of air that whispered through the rock formations, came a word. A very quiet word. One that would redefine the small village within this valley for years to come.
"The"
Many questioned where this word came from. Never before had the heavens bestowed upon these humble people a sense of connection with a higher power. For many years, they waited for more, scrawled and inscribed its symbol into their houses, and whispered it to themselves at night as they made love.
Then, one day, during a tremendous shivering of cloud and fog, there came an ocean of white from the peak. The villagers looked at it with wide eyes. Something more had approached there small world, where even the children of children played in the stream while joyfully shouting the word of the peak over and over again.
From within this casting of shadow, came a new utterance. It was deep, with intention and ripped into the ears of those still focused on the seance of the past wind.
"Bird"
The world for these villagers erupted in a orgasm of relief and uproarious joy. There was now a sign of meaning. THE BIRD! Something must be passing along a world for them to observe and love, something that would redefine their tired lovemaking practices that had long since gotten a bit tired of saying "the" over and over again.
For a time, things were good.
Birds were worshiped with immense passion and appreciation, in which even the most stoic hunter would dismay at hunting them. With this decrease in pressure there was an increase in size, and birds of all types grew to push wondrous amounts of soft cool air down towards the villagers and their religious proceedings. Many people flocked to gatherings of these beings, and would provide a symphony of complimentary song and dance that was a wonder to uphold.
The lovemaking was still a little tired, given that there was little difference in energy between "The" and the word "Bird". Intonation means everything after all.
However, as if to answer these persons plight in identity and intonation, a burst of light, from a far off star, illuminated one couple midway through lovemaking during a nature seance.
Upon the encapsulation of orgasm, the man the women had a united transcendence, illuminated from above, in which they both moaned in ecstasy as the starlight and moonlight trickled down their intertwined forms.
"...is tHe WoRd....."
While some say that it is hearsay, given that it did not come from any wind or fog, others proclaimed the story as a growth in the aesthetic of appreciation for the words of the heavens, and stated that freedom of choice was most likely very divine in worship.
As these people were not really about imperialism, there was little to no conflict about it being a continuation to the earlier proclamations.
In fact, some say that the only true conflict that happened was a concerning a cow in a separate clearing, which startled upon hearing them orgasm. In an exclamation, it reared its back legs, kicking a farm hand in his gentle parts.
The implications that this would have on imperialism were unknown.
Anyway, besides one fellow losing his pointy bits to a nervous cow, many people refused to look into the signs of illegitimacy that this implied.
It also helped that there were more words stated this time, hereby opening up the implications behind several intonations and energy of phrase.
However, one detractor stood apart from the rest.
"THE" is the true word. We must maintain tradition.", he shouted.
People listened, thought about old times, and then remembered that intonation and diversity increase orgasm strength.
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