Lorot Son of the Hills: Of Short-term Memories

Whenceupon Lorot Son of the Hills trudged to the Hill of Truth, to listen to the echoes of the Hill and to be the intermediary of the secrets of the hills. It was in the evening, and all mortal men were going to their homesteads. But Lorot Son of the Hills was going to commune with the Hills. When everywhere is quiet and only the sound of an occasional low of a cow or a bleat of a goat is heard does Lorot Son of the Hills go to the Hills. This was such a day, this was such a moment.

Then I heard a voice:

"Lorot Son of the Hills,go to the sons and daughters of the hills and speak to them. Tell them we are not happy about their short-term memory. They have allowed themselves to be blinded by the clever devices of their political busybodies who deliberately choreograph what they discuss, what they choose to forget and what they hold as important. They are a confused lot. Tell them to raise their heads above the lies and falsehoods that are propelled by their politicians. They have chosen obloquy instead of truth, opted calumny for veracity, preferred subterfuge and ridiculed rectitude."

"Lorot Son of the Hills, tell them to find wisdom in sifting through lies peddled, misstatement issued and falsity champoined. Tell them that we are not happy about their short-term memory. Go and tell them Lorot Son of the Hills, go and tell them..."