Ber Months Quotes

Books do not per­ish like hu­mankind. Of course we com­mon­ly see them bro­ken in the hab­er­dash­er's shop when on­ly a few months be­fore they lay bound on the sta­tion­er's stall; these are not true works, but mere trash and new­fan­gle­ness for the vul­gar. There are thou­sands of such gew­gaws and toys which peo­ple have in their cham­bers, or which they keep up­on their shelves, be­liev­ing that they are pre­cious things, when they are the mere pass­ing fol­lies of the pass­ing time and of no more val­ue than pa­pers gath­ered up from some dunghill or raked by chance out of the ken­nel. True books are filled with the pow­er of the un­der­stand­ing which is the in­her­itance of the ages: you may take up a book in time, but you read it in eter­ni­ty.

NARAHDARN   The first man and woman lived happily over the pursuing months and with child their spirits rose, and they felt happy; but not always content.     Baiame, who was the Great Father Spirit, sensed that something was the matter one day when looking down upon his creations. He saw the woman looking up into the mosaic of a yarran tree which was a sacred tree.     The man come up and stood beside his wife with child. Baiame saw this as a moment to press upon them a matter of great urgency, for he was the creator and therefore provided the rules for life and death.     Baiame said to the man: “This tree is a sacred tree and upon it is something that has caught your eye.”     “What is it?” asked the man.     “It is called honey and is made from bees: all things have names. You will now be known as Ber-rook-boorn, the one who carries the essence of man.”     “Can we eat it?” he asked.     “No, it is forbidden,” said Baiame.     “Then why did you make it?”     “I did not,” answered Baiame. “The bees make it from the pollen of flowers. The honey is for them. And I should also warn you,” continued Baiame, having noticed the stare of the woman upon the honey as it dripped from within the hive, “that I have