In the beginning, God made us a deal - you chill, I'll do all the heavy lifting.
Who was this God dude anyway? Didn't matter - the uncertainty was replaced by someone in charge. Our job was to do (and to enjoy), not to know, not to decide. Above our pay grade.
And thus it continued till some damn woman stuck her nose in and said "hey, I hear there's another way".
Another way for what? There we were, minding our own business, heading out to the fields every day....
And then someone says, "How does it work?" OMG, zoots - how *does* it work?
And suddenly the men are wearing suits and wielding slide rules and carrying briefcases and asking about rules.
("Rules?" the bad hombre says to Butch. "First thing is, there are no rules", Butch replies with a kick)
Rules. How this, how that, what size, for how long, in what stages, what color...
We got so good at reckoning and lugging stone, building grain pyramids, we started building to the sky - wheeee!!!
And then it broke. No one knows exactly why, it just done broke.
All that machinery wasted. So we went back to the fields, got ourselves a few feudal lords. And waited.
A long time. A *really* long time.