I have never seen so much and so many different shades of green as in the fields I am observing with the awwara I have met - and all thanks to that star Canopus of which he speaks so much, which I could still see just above the horizon.
Everything I can see around me in these lands is well placed and exploited, and I am immediately aware of agricultural techniques that facilitate planting, take advantage of water and produce in abundance.
“If you were not from the past, I would say that this type of agriculture is innovative”, I dared to say to the awwara, who walked ahead trying to serve as a guide to the path and against the scarcity of light.
“Just know one thing”, he responded seriously and with a certain worried air, “people grow and learn new things every day. Sometimes we apply them and sometimes we do not and, being part of a group, we share these experiences with the aim of teaching and continuing to learn from the rest. That is how a society grows. But watching some societies from other times, for example the times in which you live, I have realized that these teachings are ignored, are not applied or are not directly heard, and that almost everything that your time means by innovation, in this time, my friend, is a huge involution.”
"You mean," I said timidly, with a phrase that I ventured only to show that I had grasped his wise words, “that society is going backwards.”
“No, it is not that. The real hope in this life is that, someday, they stop destroying the living and what the star created. Then they can advance towards the true past.”
I could not say more. I restricted myself to waiting quietly for him to say something else.
And so he did.