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" Esta historia comienza, como casi todas las cosas, con una canción.
Al principio sólo existían las palabras, y llegaron acompañadas de una melodía. Así es como se creó el mundo, como la nada fue dividida, como la tierra y el firmamento y los sueños, los dioses menores y los animales, todos ellos, tomaron forma corpórea.
Fueron cantados.
Los grandes animales cobraron vida también al ser cantados, una vez que el Cantante hubo creado los planetas, los montes, los árboles, los océanos y los animales más pequeños. Fueron cantados los abismos en los confines del mundo, y los paraísos, y también las tinieblas.
Las canciones permanecen. Perduran. Una canción puede convertir en bufón a un emperador o derrocar dinastías. Seguirá viva mucho tiempo después de que los hechos que narra y sus protagonistas se hayan transformado en polvo y sueños, condenados al olvido. Tal es el poder de una canción. "
― Neil Gaiman , Anansi Boys (American Gods, #2)
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" They still need to keep their bellies full, but now they’re trying to figure out how to do it without working—and that’s the point where people start using their heads. Some people think the first tools were weapons, but that’s all upside down. First of all, people figure out the tools. It’s the crutch before the club, every time. Because now people are telling Anansi stories, and they’re starting to think about how to get kissed, how to get something for nothing by being smarter or funnier. That’s when they start to make the world.” “It’s just a folk story,” she said. “People made up the stories in the first place.” “Does that change things?” asked the old man. “Maybe Anansi’s just some guy from a story, made up back in Africa in the dawn days of the world by some boy with blackfly on his leg, pushing his crutch in the dirt, making up some goofy story about a man made of tar. Does that change anything? People respond to the stories. They tell them themselves. The stories spread, and as people tell them, the stories change the tellers. Because now the folk who never had any thought in their head but how to run from lions and keep far enough away from rivers that the crocodiles don’t get an easy meal, now they’re starting to dream about a whole new place to live. The world may be the same, but the wallpaper’s changed. Yes? People still have the same story, the one where they get born and they do stuff and they die, but now the story means something different to what it meant before. "
― Neil Gaiman , Anansi Boys (American Gods, #2)