Before the world, there was the Muther. And before her was a universe of dead stars and wilting life, as the cycle came to the end to begin anew. From the debris she clustered together remnants of the old worlds, until it was a sphere of rock and fire. The ashes cooled the flames until it was barren stone. From her breasts poured the sap of life and created soil. She plucked from her great branches the seedlings of life and shot them into the dirt. As they descended into the ground, the seedlings' roots grew and erected from the surface trees, grass, bushels, and flowers. In her delight of all the beauty, Muther weeped, letting her tears of joy create the rivers, lakes, and sea. Gazing upon her glorious world she wished to create living beings who would relish the blessings created. From the nourished soil, the running waters, the seedlings of her branches, and the barks of trees she created the First People. Enchanted, She watched as generations sprouted from generations, bless...