And it came to pass in those days that a boy of six years sat with his mother,
munching the bread she had baked, and watching her knead the dough for the bread
he would eat in the evening.  "Mother," said he, "where does the grain come
from?" Mother (wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her left
hand), "The Earth grew it." "And who made the Earth?"  "Aha," said Mother, "that
is a long story.  Two gods were having a wrestling match; one was female, the
other male. When the male god saw he could not win, he abandoned the rules of
the game, picked up a machete, and hacked the body of the female god in two, and
he put half up to make the sky and half down to make the earth.  Quickly he went
up, made peace with the upper half, and from there tried to control the lower
half."

    "But," began the son. "No buts," said the mother. "I shall not continue the
story until you wake your sister up and bring her here."  So off went the boy
who soon returned arm in arm with his twin sister. They were the Male and the
Female. The mother put them to work sifting flour for the third round of baking
which would be tomorrow’s bread.  When he becomes a Father and she a Mother,
perhaps they will have a new myth for their new age.  Myth, history, and faith
agree:  people can change.