Once upon a time when the earth had already been formed and the inhabitants upon it were many, Huitzilopchtli, the sun god and Coyolxauhqui the moon goddess came together for a night of passion. The event was noted by meteor showers which were dutifully recorded in the Aztec pictorial Codex Telleriano-Remensis by smoking stars. Out of this portentous union a daughter, Tlalcihuatl, goddess of the earth, was born.
Here we should interject and tell the reader that the earth was indeed not as we know it today; flamboyantly psychedelic. At this time the earth and all upon it were decked in various shades of grey, from battleship grey to silver and charcoal to gunmetal. Rainbows were grey, greyer, greyest, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was timber wolf grey with silver coins stuck willy nilly inside. Fifty shades of this interminably dull color pervaded the planet. There were no discernible changes as each season followed the next. The inhabitants were all decked in ash grey; which of course meant that there was no difference between the races. People wrote in pencil and children colored their grey pages with equally grey crayons. Indeed everyone went about their peaceful, boring, grey lives with aplomb.
Tlalcihuatl, grew up and became bored with life in her sky mansion, as is the way with all children whether human or not. She grew tired of creating rocks and lakes, mountains and valleys. The monotonous game of surprising travelers by throwing a huge boulder or torrential river in their way where there had not been any a few seconds ago, left her jaded. She took to sneaking out as soon as her parents were busy with important, cosmological matters.
In human form she walked the earth, visiting homes, sitting in the back row in schools and generally looking over everyone’s shoulder. She was shushed when she spoke up in class (she thought she knew much more than everyone else) and even chased away when she made a nuisance of herself in the market by demanding a blue-grey ice cream and refusing to pay (her parents were gods after all). A grey sadness soon settled in Tlalcihuatl’s heart, however as she realized the immense difference between her rainbow hued mansion and, the drab greyness of everything on earth. What and adventure it would be to give the earthlings color! She could imagine their surprise and delight and giggled at the thought.
After a fitful night’s sleep spent dreaming of green trees and blue lakes, Tlalcihuatl ran to her parents to ask their advice in this grave matter. Huitzilopchtli and Coyolxauhqui said that they would think about it and get back to her. This was not a decision to be taken lightly as it could have a detrimental or propitious impact on life on earth. Tacihuatl was sent to the playroom to await the outcome.
After a lengthy debate in which voices were raised and accusations as to which parent was to blame for her adventurous nature where slung about, a decision was reached. They would give their daughter a unique gift. She would have a coloring book that mirrored everything on earth and would change as the earth rotated. Every movement and event would be mirrored therein. Along with this gift would come crayons in every hue imaginable and if there was a color Tlalcihuatl desired it would magically appear if she closed her eyes and imagined it. There was one rule however that she had to abide by. After the whole earth was colored to her liking it would revert back to the original. Peace and tranquility were preferable to uprisings and tumult; life was busy enough as it was with all the demands that needed to be met. In their hastiness to silence the strident, demanding voice of their offspring, they forgot the fact that their daughter was also a god and therefore had creative powers of her own, as all parents tend to forget that their children will get into trouble if left to their own devices. The power of all children to wreak havoc is highly underestimated.