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First there was nothing, then the nothing became blue. This was sky an — Alexander Knox

"First there was nothing, then the nothing became blue. This was sky and it was one blue. Then it became a mixture of pale blue and dark blue and the dark blue was heavier and came together, and it found it was water. Then the mud in the water came together, and it found it was an island. The waves in the water shaped the island like the back of a turtle and made it smooth. So it was learned that smooth things could be made of mud so why not make them? So, out of the mud of the island two people were made, smooth and good to look at. They were Wendet, people of the island. Everyone knows these people were made but who made them? No one knows. It was too long ago. Not even the spirit of the oldest tree, or a mountain, or the moon could tell you because even those old spirits are too young to have been there."
Alexander Knox
Alexander Knox
Alexander Knox
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Alexander Knox was a Canadian actor and writer. He appeared in over 100 film, television, and theatrical productions over a career spanning from the 1920s until the late 1980s. He was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actor and won the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama for his performance as Woodrow Wilson in the biopic Wilson (1944). However, his career in the U

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"How many would die this winter? Thered be a few more babies, but far more piles of stones. The Old Ways were a trap. The ceremonies and the rituals were pegs where living hangs suspended. Mad. Learn ancient, beautiful skills with spear and kayak in order to conquer impossible country, then struggle back to impossible country so you could use the skills youd learned? Mad. Learn the skills to prove youre a man, and then to prove youre a man run, run, run to where you have to use the skills! Mad. ... To prove yourself a man. To whom? The million dead worked out these skills so they wouldnt die, but they did die, and the hissing of the Northern Lights was wry, accepting laughter. The million dead wouldnt be so foolish a second time."
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