ONCE THERE WERE NO SPOONS
I heard this phrase at the beginning of a creative writing
exercise ( a story on an object ) and it struck me that it was, of
course, perfectly true- so many things we take for granted have only
come to us from the history of humanity. Therefore, I think it is
true that our real strength is co-operation, not isolation or
competition.
ONCE
THERE WERE NO SPOONS
Once
there were no spoons
in
any land, in any spot,
no
human mind had thought
to
fashion such
from
wood or metal, clay or stone.
Once
there were no words
on
any air in any land,
no
tales to tell of time's becoming.
No
human voice had spoken and
no
pen had ever crafted lines.
Once
there were no names for stars,
no
measuring of time and space.
And
once there were no paths;
no
names for any place.
Once
there were no harps,
no
flutes and no guitars,
no
singing of the violin,
no
human music on the air,
no
human art, no singing prayer.
These
are ours and only ours
because
we share;
because
we find ourselves
in
what we learn from other's care.
How
foolish then
to
see ourselves
as
though there were no other tunes
but
one we hum alone.
Once
there were no spoons.
And
all we know was never known.
Once There Were No Spoons
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