The Maya imagined that before there were mountains to climb or fields to till, before dry land lay beneath the first person's feet, there existed only an endless sea. Upon these restless primordial waters drifted a vast crocodilian creature. This ancient beast was not merely an inhabitant of the deep but was, in the end, the very stuff from which our earthen world would emerge. The creator gods subdued this monster and divided its great form into the features of the Earth itself. From its flanks came the forests. From its back emerged the mountain chains.
In
this scenario, the Rocky Mountain basin in which I live might have been a small
crease someplace on the back of this primeval beast.
I'm
not opposed to this idea.
Mayan
Ruins
—Mitchell
Hegman
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