Without Stella realizing it, the Flower People, her greatest triumph as pollinators, began to usurp even her authority. They learned and began to use the Language of Flowers toward their own misguided ends. In imitation of its organizing principals they invented tools of domination. They used these tools to harness the labor of their kind toward singular ends. They used the Language of Flowers to create a new dialect which might be called a language of coercion. In Naming the old is replenished and becomes the new, but this new perverted Language of Flowers sought to perpetuate the old at the expense of the new. Some began to use the tool of their intellects, once Stella’s prideful accomplishment, to imitate imperfectly the behavior of themselves as natural expressions of life; to imitate what they perceived as the world around them, to try and usurp the roles of all of the other perspectives of life.
The Flower People cultivated and propagated something unknown prior to their perversion of the Language of Flowers; they named death, and its fear. They began to create within the realm of their imaginations imperfect likenesses of existence that they sought to germinate within the imaginations of all their kind. In the expression of these new worlds, they posited themselves as the source. Whatever meaning those in authority gave out for their strivings, that the masses of formerly joyful beings hauled and hewed rock and wood to appease human-like deities, to insure continued propagation, building great stone clockworks crude machines to try and do what the angiosperms do so well, to measure the seasons. But their interpretations were corrupted by their intention to assume the mantle of power over their kind, and eventually over all. Their ultimate corruption manifested in a kind of reverse harvest; the commanded purposeless deliberate cutting down of everything; including their own kind. The great forest, at first sacred, became a goal for the hero-king to destroy. The language of flowers as they had learned it became bastardized and a tool of the powerful to subjugate their trusting fellows.
Oh a few of us on the Council predicted this. Not long after the beginning of the reign of Stella, I predicted that such a color of sadness might come. But we knew not what would be its cause, nor how to prevent it. But now that it has come, the only way to remedy the imbalance would be for the Flower People to manifest a Starseed of their own.
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