I watched him walk along the air bridge to his flight with his heavily laden back pack of books. They were copies of his own book, and he was on the last leg of a journey that had taken over ten years to complete. I was proud to have walked with him on a short part of that journey.
In that back pack he carried a wisdom and history dating back hundreds of years, perhaps 500 or more. It is the wisdom of the Galkope sages passed down generation after generation in the men’s houses.
Sil began recording these chronicles by talking to the remaining knowledgeable elders of his tribe. Most of them are now gone.
His motivation is hard to pin down. He was inspired by his father’s insistence that history mattered but it was also a complex time in his own life when he was grappling with his own meanings. Perhaps that had something to do with it.