There is not yet one person, one animal, bird, fish, crab, tree, rock, hollow, canyon, meadow, forest. Only the sky alone is there; the face of the earth is not clear. Only the sea alone is pooled under all the sky; there is nothing whatever gathered together. It is at rest; not a single thing stirs. It s held back, kept at rest under the sky.
Whatever there is that might be is simply not there: only the pooled water, only the calm sea, only it alone is pooled. Whatever there might be is simply not there: only murmurs, ripples, in the dark, in the night. Only the Maker, Modeler alone, Sovereign Plumed Serpent, the Bearers, Begetters are in the water, a glittering light. They are there, they are enclosed in quetzal feather, in blue-green.
”- from the Popol Vuh, translated by Dennis Tedlock. The Popol Vuh is many things: the Mayan book of Creation, a list of divine rules and rituals, the history of themselves. The sacred text was believed to be written by the gods. It gave Mayan rulers a connection with previous rulers, and a divine mandate to reign.
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