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From Maya to Maya- A Prayer
Killing, bleeding, one another, rotting flesh of babies uncovered from the rubble; everything runs out — food, warmth, fire extinguished. Old Prometheus, who brought fire, must be wishing he brought his wrath to men and women who sought to destroy humanity.
While Pandora could not let hope go, Zeus found that people loved strife more than food or a warm home. As long as humans were together, they would strive for building nations and an identity out of rubble and ashes. Then, they would find religion and worship the chaos they have created.
So, Prometheus never had a chance — not in Gaza, not in Jerusalem, not in Auschwitz. Towns leveled, blood oozing out of the broken pillars, broken buildings, people vanishing into myths, and myths becoming more powerful.
But what if we built from Maya, which means compassion and illusion? What if we had compassion, and our collective illusion could be stronger? Not money, not god, but our collective call to humanity — to take the world as it is, to treat people as they are, to respect one another. We would outrun the myths; we would outrun the gods; we would outrun the societies. We would find humanity again. Let peace be upon this earth.
