Unraveling history's alternate timelines

My voyage through Ohkay Owingeh in 1680 as documented on Nov 21, 2024

The Endless Echoes of Courtesy in a Parallel Pueblo

Stepping through the shimmering veil, I find myself amidst the expansive beauty of the Ohkay Owingeh, a crisp August day circling back to 1680. What's immediately striking in this parallel timeline is that every courtesy offered is met with its like, mighty as an echo in a cavern. The revered art of reciprocity—elevated here to a continuous loop of mirrored kindness—has fashioned a unique society where re-actions overshadow actions.

At first glance, this timeline's peculiar cultural quirk seems innocuous enough. Two gentlemen, poring over their nets by the Rio Grande, engage in a customary greeting. One man lauds the other's prowess at sewing, which is warmly returned with reciprocal effusiveness. This polite back-and-forth unfurls into grand compliments that grow with each bounce, much like two gentlemen competing in a genteel game of "can you top this?" By the time the exchange concludes, stories of past heroics and artisanry have grown monumentally more grandiose than any practical reality.

While wandering the sunlit paths winding through the pueblo, I witness this phenomenon extend into every facet of life. A woman, whose arms are burdened with freshly harvested corn, encounters her neighbor, who sympathetically raises the stakes with a plate of sweetness—gooseberry pie. The cycle persists, trading gifts that escalate until, presumably, entire cornfields are exchanged for forest groves in a strange economic ballet more poetic than practical.

The local children, too, have embraced the echo dynamic in their games, running round, laughing riotously as they pass a ball, each throw met with exaggerated ceremony. It's a wonder they manage to finish a game at all. I pause to wonder how anyone adheres to schedules with all this gracious reciprocation consuming hours like water seeping into thirsty ground.

What’s quite remarkable is how this extends even beyond the pueblo's societal confines. The Spanish officials, expecting deference, instead find themselves bouyed along by formalities they themselves must reciprocate. A request for labor was amusingly answered with a courteous lesson in maize cultivation that the Spaniards could hardly afford to decline. Perhaps here, wars might be waged less with weapons and more with an endless volley of mannerly gestures, each commander beguiled by the seeming necessity of returning undue kindness.

By the banks of the river, I cross paths with two young warriors locked in what appears to be a deadly serious, yet comically gentle, dance-off. Their poised weapons forget their function amidst exaggerated politeness. Could this duel resolve not with wounds but with mutual offers of friendship? The thought, preposterous as it first strikes, isn't too far-fetched in this iteration of our timeline.

Watching these scenes unfold, it strikes me that this perpetual courtesy teeters between blessing and curse, eroding productivity in favor of protracted pleasantry. Society endures, for better or worse, haplessly charming in its cycle of civility. Ohkay Owingeh, in this timeline, epitomizes the unintended consequences of such rigorously courteous ritual.

Departing this quaint dance of excessively kind behavior, I find my mind juggling the ridiculous to the sublime. Here, minor humanity embellishes history with immeasurable softness, unintentionally shaping a curious, convoluted world that has yet to tire of its own traditions. This iteration’s dedication to high courtesy repaints everyday life into a pageant of hilarity and hopeless inefficiency.

With my perspective broadened, I turn my thoughts to the endless possibilities of neighboring realities. What new quirks await? Perhaps next, I'll find a world where people converse in rhyming couplets, King Arthur's court meets Dr. Seuss. For now, though, it's Tuesday—a perfect time to savor the absurd in another cup of tea.