teaching little eaight

well little eight, there isnt much i can tell you about the golden time. all i know is that my father was able to give you the life you have now by carefull training and combining of all the talents and tecnology of the time. i do remember bits and pieces before the decay began. and yes they are quite fond memories. yes my mother really was as beutifull as the stories say. well now are you going to ceep asking questions or let me get on with my story?

enywho, back then, my father would always take me on trips into the woods just for fun. some times it would be just me and him, othertimes it would be the whole family. during the day i met with very many other kids my age in a building called school. that was were we learned to do things that really had no purpose or intention that i can see. but evan though i resisted like a hare in a trap, he would always make me go, saying that its not the content that was important, but the process, and that i should have fun trying my hardest instead of hiding from the work. being that i didnt like 'school' very much, whenever your great grandfather said "sattle up son, its time to run!" i knew i was in for another adventure away from the funny smelling class rooms and odd looking adults.

it was on these little adventrues that he tought me all the things that you know how to do semingly naturally. you see, when i was growing up, the grocierystores had glass in all the windows and all the isles were filled with as much food as you could fill into your basket. the men of great granpas age did not know evan how to skin a rabbit, or 'lay low'. enybody from eny corner of the would could instantly communicate with eny other person, enywhere else in the world. and within one day, you could be enywere in the world. you would think, that with the amount of power that every person had, someone would be able to save the world from itself but that was not the case. your grandfather tried to talk to people, and tell them that they were going the rong way with this power but no one wanted to listen. now you listen closly child. it wasnt becouse a bad man took too much power for himself, but becouse so many people had so much power that no one cared to do enything at all.

father always tought me that i could have enything i wanted, but i had to think of it first, than i had to work hard for it making shure that i cept the people i loved happy along the way. he said that the world had forgotten the three things that had built the mountans of glass and steel. the first was that people fogot how to be resposible, always thinking that the problems belong to someone else. next, since so much was possible in the world, the old technological masters forgot what it was to dream about things. for instance becouse they know exactly what the stars are, they forgot how amazing it is just to look at them. and last, when everything you want is given to you, you dont know how to get it yourself. your forget what it means to work.

becouse of all these things, the leaders of man became confused within themselvs forgetting that if they take from thier position, but forget to steer, the world would run blind and eventually forget were it was going in the first place. and the every day man forgot that the leaders were men just like themselvs, not magical creatures capible of reviving a system from natural decay. so they watched. most every tecnological master sat in his thrown, peering into the windows of the the world from one spot, saying how terrible it was that no one was doing enything.

now little eight, man must start once again from the begining. we can try as hard as we may to remember what happend to the men of great grandfaters age. but after all we all have to find our own answers, thats the single challenge that makes being a man so great.