Return to Eden

confuse theory with reality. One of them exists, the other might."
    "Not for us, great Ambalasei, you of all people know that." Enge's eyes glowed with proselytizing fervor as she settled back comfortably on her tail; Ambalasei sighed. "The truth of Ugunenapsa's words is proven. When an eistaa orders one of her Yilanè to die—she dies. We do not."
    "Easily explained. My researches on the subject are complete. You live because your hypothalamus is not triggered, nothing more."
    "Absence of knowledge, desire for instruction."
    "I just wish the rest of your Daughters of Dissipation were desirous of instruction as well. Listen then and remember. Just as we progress from egg to ocean, fargi to Yilanè, so has our species progressed from ancient to modern form. We know from our teeth that we were once eaters of shellfish for that is the function they are shaped for. Before we had cities, before we had assured food supplies and defenses against inclemencies of existence, hibernation played an important part in our survival."
    "Humility at even greater ignorance. This hibernation, did we eat it?"
    Ambalasei clacked her jaws together angrily. "Closer attention to speaking. Hibernation is a torpid state of the body, between sleep and death, where all of the vital functions slow down greatly. It is a hormonal reaction caused by prolactin. This normally regulates our metabolism and sexual behavior. But too much prolactin overloads the hypothalamus and causes an unbalanced physiological state that ends in death.
    This is a survival factor."
    "Survival—that ends in death?"
    "Yes. Death of an individual that aids survival of the group. Another form of the altruistic gene that appears so counterproductive for the individual, yet very positive for the species. If the eistaa rules, the social order survives. Errant individuals die when so ordered. Essentially they kill themselves. They believe that they will die—so they do. The terrified reaction to the imminence of death releases the prolactin. The individual dies. A self-fulfilling prediction."
    Enge was horrified. "Wise Ambalasei—are you saying that Ugunenapsa's great work is nothing more than the ability to control a physiological reaction?"
    "You said it—I didn't," Ambalasei responded with great satisfaction. Enge was silent a long time, rigid with deep thought. Then she stirred and made an approving-appreciation gesture.
    "Your wisdom is infinite, Ambalasei. You state a physical truth that makes me doubt, forces me to consider the truths that I know, to find the answer that reinforces these truths. It is there, the answer, clearly stated and only waiting for interpretation. All of Ugunenapsa's wisdom is stated in her Eight Principles."
    "Spare me! Must I be threatened with all of them?"
    "No threat, just revelation. Just one of them embodies them all. The first and most important. This was Ugunenapsa's greatest discovery and from it all the others flow. She said it was her most significant insight. It came as a revelation, something long hidden and suddenly revealed, a truth once seen never forgotten. It is this—we live between the thumbs of Efeneleiaa, the Spirit of Life."
    "My mind grows numb! What nonsense are you speaking?"
    "Truth. When we recognize the existence of Efeneleiaa we accept life and reject death. The eistaa does not control us then since we are a part of Efeneleiaa as Efeneleiaa is a part of us."
    "Enough!" Ambalasei roared. "Abandon heady theorizing for more pedestrian activities. Each day your Daughters work less and less and the city suffers for it. What do you intend to do about this?"
    "I intend to explore deeply in Ugunenapsa's Eight Principles, because you, great Ambalasei, have shown me that the answers to our problems lie there."
    "Do they? I hope so. But you had better explore quickly, as well as deeply, because even my well-known patience has its limitations. Without me this city dies. And I grow weary of your endless differences.
    Solve them."
    "We shall. Give us but a bit more of that patience for which you are so well known."
    Ambalasei closed her eyes as Enge finished speaking, did not see the motions of the modifiers that indicated what was well known about her patience. Enge moved slowly away, seeking the solitude she needed to explore the insight revealed to her. Yet when she reached the shadow-dappled walkway under the trees she was confronted by she whom she wished least to see at this moment. But that was an ungracious thought