Ancient Clothes A fire has raged through the village; left nothing in its wake: I find myself on the road, dazed, naked and ashamed, thinking: the Church will certainly condemn me for I am naked! Desperately I search for something to cover my nakedness, but nothing. Of the ancient clothes I had so proudly worn none had survived the flames. Then I looked around and saw the Church too had crumbled to the ground, so boldly I strode through the devastation and others followed suit: they shed their old, ragged, dirty clothes. And thus freed, we came to realize we were no longer ashamed of our bodies for they were the only real clothes we were meant to wear in love of life. And thus freed, we came to understand that clothing had been forced on us to hide imputed sin by frustrated gods who resented our innocence; who hated our love of life who cursed us and doomed us to die in the beginning. Hah! How fondly they had hoped We would never remember those days – but we are remembering; we are awakening.