Popol Vuh: the Dawn of Life: or the lack of Life

       After reading this selection out of Popol Vuh, I could picture this world in the midst of being created: a hanging teardrop of water waiting to be massed with land, animals, and humans, and then catching the god's realization that when everything was created and then boastly reflected upon, it was a complete wreck, a disaster, and nothing, nobody, functioned according to plan! Oh, and then the aftermath when the gods were done kicking themselves for screwing-up Earth: the smell of the salty ocean crashing from the sky and the look of complete fear and bewilderment in the human's eyes since they were rendered useless - "All of this a waste of time," mumbling the ones running away from aftermath. It all seemed useless and like an accident, like a child playing with figurines splattered with mud, grass stains, and the occasional unidentified scruff marks - probably from previous mistakes during playtime. These gods were angry and incredibly clumsy! They don't remind me of my god, in fact, they remind me of my childhood and the kindergarten's community sandbox with it's rubble inside. I found this selection out of Popol Vuh: the Mayan Book of the Dawn of Life dark, childlike, accidental, and ironically, lacking any life.