Of Sinner Kings

On the first day, innumerable stars fell from the sky above and pockmarked the world. From the stars emerged the first kings. Fallen, outcast, unwanted, undesired. The sky had rejected the first kings for they were sinners. Full of hubris, full of wrath, full of avarice. How terrible must their sins have been that they had been exiled from the Kingdom of Heaven! What worse fate could there be?

Despite their sins, they were kings. They were smart and resourceful and for a while, they built and re-built. In their arrogance, they built cities in the image of the Kingdom of Heaven. Tall towers, reaching to the skies — vainglorious totems to reach once more into where they were not allowed. 

And what happened to those cities? Blasphemous and sacrilegious. They fell, didn’t they? They turned to dust. Ashes. And all life on the world would have ended and we would have never existed, if not for the Beloved Avos Fal, who led the repentant into the wilderness. The godforsaken kings were doomed to fall, as they had fallen before, the Beloved taught her first followers. Their sinful machines, their arrogant devices, their conceited technologies. The blasphemer kings had lost their ways so thoroughly that there would be no salvation for them. 

Yet, the Beloved believed that her students could repent. Her students were not the kings. They were paupers. The peasants who died so the kings could live. 

The Beloved led our ancestors to salvation. They shunned the creations of the sinner kings and we shun them still. Only ruin comes from the godless technologies of the fallen kings. True salvation awaits those who accept their fate and lead a wholesome life of labor and toil. And surely, the Kingdom of Heaven will re-accept us, all of us, once we have paid our price.