"Is this fact?"

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"It's mythology," I said.

"Of which no trace is to be found in your culture."

"That's right."

Once again Ishmael stared at me glumly through the glass.

"Look," I said after a bit. "The things you're showing me, the things you're doing, are . . . almost beyond belief. I know that. But it's just not in me to leap up out of my chair while striking my brow and crying, 'My God, this is incredible!' "

He wrinkled his forehead thoughtfully for a moment before saying: "What's wrong wrong with you then?" with you then?"

He seemed so genuinely concerned that I had to smile. "All frozen inside," I told him. "An iceberg."

He shook his head, sorry for me.

4.

"To return to our subject. . . . As you say, it took man a long, long time to tumble to the fact that he was meant for greater things than he could achieve living like a lion or a wombat. For some three million years he was just part of the anarchy, was just one more creature rolling around in the slime."

"Right."

"It was only about ten thousand years ago that he finally realized that his place was not in the slime. He had to lift himself out of the slime and take this place in hand and straighten it out."

"Right."

"But the world didn't meekly submit to human rule, did it?"

"No."

"No, the world defied him. What man built up, the wind and rain tore down. The fields he cleared for his crops and his villages, the jungle fought to reclaim. The seeds he sowed, the birds snatched away. The shoots he nurtured, the insects nibbled. The harvest he stored, the mice plundered. The animals he bred and fed, the wolves and foxes stole away. The mountains, the rivers, and the oceans stood in their places and would not make way for him. The earthquake, the flood, the hurricane, the blizzard, and the drought would not disappear at his command."

"True."

"The world would not meekly submit to man's rule, so he had to do what to it?"

"What do you mean?"

"If the king comes to a city that will not submit to his rule, what does he have to do?"

"He has to conquer it."

"Of course. In order to make himself the ruler of the world, man first had to conquer it."

"Good lord," I said-and nearly leaped up out of my chair while striking my brow and all the rest.

"Yes?"

"You hear this fifty times a day. You can turn on the radio or the television and hear it every hour. Man is conquering the deserts, man is conquering the oceans, man is conquering the atom, man is conquering the elements, man is conquering outer space."

Ishmael smiled. "You didn't believe me when I said that this story is ambient in your culture. Now you see what I mean. The mythology of your culture hums in your ears so constantly that no one pays the slightest bit of attention to it. Of course man is conquering space and the atom and the deserts and the oceans and the elements. According to your mythology, this is what he was born born to do." to do."

"Yes. That's very clear now."

5.

"Now the first two parts of the story have come together: The world was made for man, and man was made to conquer and rule it. And how does the second part contribute to your explanation of how things came to be this way how things came to be this way?"

"Let me think about that. . . . Once again this is a sort of sneaky way of blaming the gods. They made the world for man, and they made man to conquer and rule it-which he eventually did. And this is how things came to be the way they are."

"Nail it down. Go a little deeper."

I closed my eyes and gave it a couple of minutes, but nothing came.

Ishmael nodded toward the windows. "All this-all your triumphs and tragedies, all your marvels and miseries-are a direct result of . . . what?"

I chewed on it for a while, but I still couldn't see what he was getting at.

"Try it this way," Ishmael said. "Things wouldn't be the way they are if the gods had meant man to live like a lion or a wombat, would they?"

"No."

"Man's destiny was to conquer and rule the world. So things came to be this way as a direct result of . . . ?"

"Of man fulfilling his destiny."

"Of course. And he had had to fulfill his destiny, didn't he?" to fulfill his destiny, didn't he?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"So what is there to get excited about?"

"Very true, very true."

"As the Takers see it, all this is simply the price of becoming human."

"How do you mean?"

"It wasn't possible to become fully human living beside the dragons in the slime, was it?"

"No."

"In order to become fully human, man had to pull himself out of the slime. And all this is the result. As the Takers see it, the gods gave man the same choice they gave Achilles: a brief life of glory or a long, uneventful life in obscurity. And the Takers chose a brief life of glory."

"Yes, that's certainly how it's understood. People just shrug and say, 'Well, this is the price that had to be paid for indoor plumbing and central heating and air conditioning and automobiles and all the rest.' " I gave him a quizzical look. "And what are you you saying?" saying?"

"I'm saying that the price you've paid is not the price of becoming human. It's not even the price of having the things you just mentioned. It's the price of enacting a story that casts mankind as the enemy of the world."

FIVE.

1.

"We have the beginning and middle of the story together," Ishmael said when we started the next day. "Man is finally beginning to fulfill his destiny. The conquest of the world is under way. And how does the story end?"

"I guess I should have kept on going yesterday. I've sort of lost the thread."

"Perhaps it would help to listen to the way the second part ends."

"Good idea." I rewound a minute or so of tape and let it play: "Man was at last free of all those restraints that. . . . The limitations of the huntinggathering life had kept man in check for three million years. With agriculture, those limitations vanished, and his rise was meteoric. Settlement gave rise to division of labor. Division of labor gave rise to technology. With the rise of technology came trade and commerce. With trade and commerce came mathematics and literacy and science, and all the rest. The whole thing was under way at last, and the rest, as they say, is history."

"Right," I said. "Okay. Man's destiny was to conquer and rule the world, and this is what he's done-almost. He hasn't quite made it, and it looks as though this may be his undoing. The problem is that man's conquest of the world has itself devastated the world. And in spite of all the mastery we've attained, we don't have enough mastery to stop stop devastating the world-or to repair the devastation we've already wrought. We've poured our poisons into the world as though it were a bottomless pit-and we devastating the world-or to repair the devastation we've already wrought. We've poured our poisons into the world as though it were a bottomless pit-and we go on go on pouring our poisons into the world. We've gobbled up irreplaceable resources as though they could never run out-and we pouring our poisons into the world. We've gobbled up irreplaceable resources as though they could never run out-and we go on go on gobbling them up. It's hard to imagine how the world could survive another century of this abuse, but nobody's really doing anything about it. It's a problem our children will have to solve, or their children. gobbling them up. It's hard to imagine how the world could survive another century of this abuse, but nobody's really doing anything about it. It's a problem our children will have to solve, or their children.

"Only one thing can save us. We have to increase increase our mastery of the world. All this damage has come about through our conquest of the world, but we have to our mastery of the world. All this damage has come about through our conquest of the world, but we have to go on go on conquering it until our rule is conquering it until our rule is absolute absolute. Then, when we're in complete complete control, everything will be fine. We'll have fusion power. No pollution. We'll turn the rain on and off. We'll grow a bushel of wheat in a square centimeter. We'll turn the oceans into farms. We'll control the weather-no more hurricanes, no more tornadoes, no more droughts, no more untimely frosts. We'll make the clouds release their water over the land instead of dumping it uselessly into the oceans. All the life processes of this planet will be where they belong-where the gods meant them to be-in our hands. And we'll manipulate them the way a programmer manipulates a computer. control, everything will be fine. We'll have fusion power. No pollution. We'll turn the rain on and off. We'll grow a bushel of wheat in a square centimeter. We'll turn the oceans into farms. We'll control the weather-no more hurricanes, no more tornadoes, no more droughts, no more untimely frosts. We'll make the clouds release their water over the land instead of dumping it uselessly into the oceans. All the life processes of this planet will be where they belong-where the gods meant them to be-in our hands. And we'll manipulate them the way a programmer manipulates a computer.

"And that's where it stands right now. We have to carry the conquest forward. And carrying it forward is either going to destroy the world or turn it into a paradise-into the paradise it was meant to be under human rule.

"And if we manage to do this-if we finally manage to make ourselves the absolute rulers of the world-then nothing can stop us. Then we move into the Star Trek Star Trek era. Man moves out into space to conquer and rule the entire universe. And that may be the ultimate destiny of man: to conquer and rule the entire universe. That's how wonderful man is." era. Man moves out into space to conquer and rule the entire universe. And that may be the ultimate destiny of man: to conquer and rule the entire universe. That's how wonderful man is."

2.

To my astonishment, Ishmael picked up a wand from his pile and waved it at me in an enthusiastic gesture of approval. "Once again, that was excellent," he said, neatly biting off its leafy head.

"But you realize, of course, that if you'd been telling this part of the story a hundred years ago-or even fifty years ago-you would have spoken only of the paradise to come. The idea that man's conquest of the world could be anything but beneficial would have been unthinkable to you. Until the last three or four decades, the people of your culture had no doubt that things were just going to go on getting better and better and better forever. There was no conceivable end in sight."

"Yes, that's so."

"There is, however, one element of the story that you've left out, and we need it to complete your culture's explanation of how things came to be this way how things came to be this way."

"What element is that?"

"I think you can figure it out. So far we have this much: The world was made for man to conquer and rule, and under human rule it was meant to become a paradise The world was made for man to conquer and rule, and under human rule it was meant to become a paradise. This clearly has to be followed by a 'but.' It has always always been followed by a 'but.' This is because the Takers have always perceived that the world was far short of the paradise it was meant to be." been followed by a 'but.' This is because the Takers have always perceived that the world was far short of the paradise it was meant to be."

"True. Let me see . . . How's this: The world was made for man to conquer and rule, but his conquest turned out to be more destructive than was anticipated."

"You're not listening. The 'but' was part of the story long before your conquest became globally destructive. The 'but' was there to explain all the flaws in your paradise-warfare and brutality and poverty and injustice and corruption and tyranny. It's still there today to explain famine and oppression and nuclear proliferation and pollution. It explained World War II, and if it ever has to, it will explain World War III."

I looked at him blankly.

"This is a commonplace. Any thirdgrader could supply it."

"I'm sure you're right, but I don't see it yet."

"Come, think. What went wrong here? What has always always gone wrong here? Under human rule, the world should have become a paradise, but . . ." gone wrong here? Under human rule, the world should have become a paradise, but . . ."

"But people screwed it up."

"Of course. And why did they screw it up?"

"Why?"

"Did they screw it up because they didn't want want a paradise?" a paradise?"

"No. The way it's seen is . . . they were bound bound to screw it up. They wanted to turn the world into a paradise, but, being human, they were bound to screw it up." to screw it up. They wanted to turn the world into a paradise, but, being human, they were bound to screw it up."

"But why? Why, being human, were they bound to screw it up?"

"It's because there's something fundamentally wrong wrong with humans. Something that definitely works against paradise. Something that makes people stupid and destructive and greedy and shortsighted." with humans. Something that definitely works against paradise. Something that makes people stupid and destructive and greedy and shortsighted."

"Of course. Everyone in your culture knows this. Man was born to turn the world into a paradise, but tragically he was born flawed. And so his paradise has always been spoiled by stupidity, greed, destructiveness, and shortsightedness."

"That's right."