Awon Olodumare

As a result of 9-11, the sense of insulation that isolated America from the mystery of mortal life has endured a quiet relapse into nothingness. So, Americans now ask questions about the nature of man such as have not been asked before. Soon, you intuit, will come men amongst men who understand the ways of man in a global environment. Men who know what to see when they look into the dungeon that is a man’s eyes. In Yoruba land these men are called Awon Olodumare. Olodumare. One who has the odu witnessed by One in need of the odu. One who uses the odu witnessed by One in need of the odu. Oni odu. O lo odu. He has the odu THEREFORE he uses the odu. This thing in language is a cultural presupposition, abstracting away from the instance. Functionally, Awon Olodumare are men of very high IQ amongst a collection of people of very high IQ so that in absolute terms they may be seen either as small-g gods in the Greek sense, or in the Yoruba sense children of (descended of) the collective singular entity called Olodumare, or “that because of which knowledge of fate is known.” Fate is outside the hands of Olodumare but not pleasure. Is Olodumare less powerful, then? He leans back and ponders.
“I wouldn’t say I’m less powerful.” He leans forward conspiratorially, “and yet…”
And yet…

Fate is not such a mystery, is it? It is merely the human representation of the outliers in a historical distribution measuring resources and the implications of their exploitation. Is this complicated? I’m sure you can get it…