[The scene is some generations in the future, the Elder of a clan - speaking to his gathered people - describes the extraordinary deep history of the earth; as it has been pieced-together and assembled by the wise, the bards, and the scholars.]
It will be hard for you to believe that there was once ten-times-ten alive for every Man today. What happened to them all, you are wondering?
Well, it is a sad but beautiful story.
Once upon a time the world was full of wickedness. Not just Men who had wickedness in them, like us; not just the rare bad Men whom we exile or kill; but a whole world where nearly everybody hated God, hated goodness, and celebrated that their life and this world was futile and meaningless.
But of course, Men cannot live this way. At first they became frenzied, then sad, then they despaired.
Underneath everything they spoke, they began to loathe and despise themselves; and they knew - with the last little bit of Good in their hearts - that they themselves should be eliminated.
The realisation spread over the world like a wave, like an avalanche... The decision was sudden, and almost everybody agreed.
Suddenly, everywhere, at the same time: almost everyone Just Stopped.
They stopped doing almost everything! They mostly stayed at home; but when they went-out they shunned each other - even their own family and closest friends.
You will find this the hardest to believe: they stopped seeking husbands and wives. They stopped even trying to have children and sustain families. They even ceased from their wicked sexual depravities of which I will not speak.
And, as they no doubt intended, deep in their hearts; their whole world collapsed.
Vast structures that we cannot imagine collapsed - great groupings of Men growing and making, carrying and sharing, trading and travelling... Suddenly they ceased to share pictures, plays, music and conversation. They did not dance together!
They gave-up constructiong, repairing, inventing. All of it.
And soon a whole world of Men came to an end; like a wave, like an avanlache...
We do not know how the Men reacted to what their hearts had done to them. Perhaps they were very afraid?
Perhaps they even changed their minds and at the last moment tried to save themselves?
But it was too late.
Not quite all of them died - because our great grand ancestors lived-on to make our world of clans and tribes.
Our scholars say that the the world of Men quietly accepted what was necessary and best, and quietly they expired.
Ten-times-ten for each one of us...
They were terrible, our great grand ancestors; very powerful, makers of vast and intricate things: some beautiful, most horrible.
They were very wicked indeed - but not completely wicked.
Deep, deep down inside, buried unders their sins and their despair - in their secret souls God lived. God told them the truth, God shaped their sleeping and their hidden will...
So they made their own ends; and they did so before the whole world was fully and finally damned.
And for that we are grateful.