WaysToMakeTheWorldABetterPlace

Saint Patrick might have plucked a shamrock to explain them, may even have called them the Trinity – God the Son, God the Father and God the Holy Spirit, three Gods in the one God, three parts of the one body. If, perhaps, he had lived and the shamrock had existed 15,000 years BC. We see no shamrocks on cave walls. Has what has not been recorded existed? Do we believe what has been recorded? What if, like this, it is fiction? A sorcery of the truth.

How do we then read the writing on the wall? As art. As fiction. As truth? Three in one. Man, bird and beast. Perhaps the three elements of man’s quest for truth. The baser, earthier, more beastly qualities mixed with the soaring, high flying qualities all in the one man. The beast’s front legs rise from the ground to eventually escape into the sky, no longer a being that is earth bound. Breuil called him the 'God of Les Trois Freres'.

The writing on the wall is fictional. Not a photograph. bit a representation. We examine it 15,000 years later and wonder. We search for meaning in our quest for truth. The meaning of life.

So we interpret it thus. As a portrait of a first member of a first species. We see the original tribe’s features, of part man, part bird, part beast. A great river which flows out into new tributaries creating new rivers over time. The conjoined triplet brothers who in time are separated. The three gods of the earth as one evolutionary sorcerer, transforming eternally. Conforming to the norm until the norm is not good enough any more. Until the norm is substandard and a deviance becomes an adaptation with the Atlantic genetic drift. And natural selection bears the brunt of the pact made to ensure survival of the fittest. A bloody, barbaric wrenching of the brothers apart. Separating them from each other. Pointing to their difference. Mutations of mutations. Meaning only imperfection can survive.

This is the moral of the Sorcerer of Les Trois Freres: Seek perfection and you seek death.