1 In the morning of the first hour the room was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the sleeping. And the farmer awoke and went downstairs in the dark and flipping the switch said, Let there be light. And seeing the light he said, This is not good, and turned it off, making the sacred bean drink in that dark, which was then separate from the light. Taking a sip he said that it was good, and he turned the light back on.

2 After staring without expression over a bowl of cereal for most of the second hour he rose and spread the previous night’s waters on a convenient bush outside and called this irrigation.

3 He then walked among the gardens and diverted other waters, calling some cistern-waters and others well-waters. And in so doing he nourished the plants called brassicas and the others he called weeds.

4 The porch light was still on, dividing the night from the day; and it was made diminished by the larger light rising in the east. The kitchen light, now aglow, showed the awakened presence of she who rules both night and day. And it was good that he was outside.

5 Now the fowl, that only fly with great awkwardness, were loosed from their coop. They were given two charges: pursue the small bothersome creatures that no one cares for and rapidly craft nourishing eggs. Then the lambs that bleat endlessly continued to do so without letting up: and it was not good; so he commanded them to cease; and they did not, making the farmer reconsider his decision to release these creatures upon the land. This was the fifth hour, and already he tired from his labors.

6 Yet he continued, by taking pictures of his likeness and also that of she who rules the night and day, posting them to the Cloud. Laboring still more in this realm he “liked,” “smiled,” and “angry-faced” the remainder of this time to its completion. And he said, This is merely okay good and not really useful to my day or the many things that I ignore.

7 In the seventh hour he decided that this was enough, so he called to her, Let us lie down and take a short nap before we enjoy more of the refreshing sacred bean drink. And they did, and it was a good use of their time. Whereupon they rose and piddled around for many hours doing this and that before they lay down yet again and withdrew into darkness.

And that was very good.

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Reading this weekend: Nothing Serious (Wodehouse). 1,000 Books to Read Before You Die (Mustich)