The Child meditated. Mr. Whale communicated with Octavio, and Mr. Eagle flew and gaaaak, jokingly with The Prophet. A vision appeared before her; she saw the old ancient ruins of brilliance and glory gone by.
“Prophet, was the greatest civilization in Greece?”
"Artistically, may be. Why do you ask, Child?"
“Because of the story, you told me about the Xoanon sculptures. I’d like to behold some of those beautifully carved pieces one day.”
“Did the story please you, Child?”
“Yes, they had magnificent ideas, and they became a reality long before even I existed.”
“Yes, we can all learn from the past civilizations but do we?”
"No, Prophet. Sadly, I have to admit that my travels with you are showing me showing me things I wish I didn't perceive."
"Homo Sapiens are strange creatures, Child."
“What happened, Prophet? Why don't we have any of those woody sculptures anymore?”
“Good question, Child. Greed, ignorance, and jealousy destroy.”
“You mean the beauty of another civilization is seldom appreciated by another civilization.”
“Prophet? Is it not better to learn from another culture than to destroy what they created with their hands?”
“Child, because of your knowledge, you can discern Xoanon is a beautiful carved wooden sculpture out of xylem, but many others don't. They don't recognize the Xoanon Sculptures as art; they grasp it as evil that needs to be destroyed."
"Oh, I see. What’s xylem Prophet?”
"You're using the same words you asked me not to use."
"Which words were those, Prophet?"
"Oh, I see."