And the legend goes:

“Far beyond the limitations of space and time, in the folds of eternity, the Creator sat in the garden of his wife, Divine Wisdom. There, amidst the greatest of his creations, he sat and contemplated the ordered rows of her philosophies and contemplated his future triumphs. He determined the paths through the voids; he painted the mists of eternity and fixed time. He pondered his creations and began to mold from the clay of his wife's garden, creatures to rule his new domains. These he whimsically called humans and he gloried in the different shapes, colors, and styles of his newest creation. Serene, contemplative, aloof, the Creator sat isolated in his glorious splendor forging the universes from the void.

It was here, in the midst of his wife's peaceful garden, that the arguments of his offspring reached him. The energy and fury of the young gods as they argued with his eldest son, spilled into the blissful quiet of the Garden of Wisdom. Chaos, though long banished from the precincts of the eternal, threatened again to overwhelm the garden. And Wisdom, sensing the total destruction of her garden, called out to her husband for assistance.

Majestically, furiously, the Creator rose and overrode the angry shouting of his children, “Silence!”

The young gods fell silent, fearful of their father's fury. The Creator surveyed his numerous offspring with a censorious eye. Even his eldest Son and his twins, Sarama and Saevirg, squirmed uneasily under the stern paternal gaze. No one spoke until the Creator, turning to his wife, said, "What am I to do with them?"

"Increase their duties. It is time for them to assist you,” Wisdom replied. A moan, small as a breeze, escaped the young gods. Their mother smiled suggestively at their father. The Creator, in a flash of insight, nodded and spoke his decrees.

"Your Mother, my sons and daughters, is right. Too long has your idleness rung the corridors of Heaven with discord!” The Creator glanced at his children.

“I set before you my newest creations. My universes are in need of populations. I had intended to populate them myself and then give them as gifts into your care. Instead, I give them to you now, to shape as you please. My only stipulation is that these,” here the Creator indicated the rough unfinished forms of man and woman he had sculpted from Wisdom's clay, before his offspring had so rudely interrupted him, “are the dominant life forms in all of your worlds. You may have others with souls, but I want these to be the rulers. Other worlds will have other life forms, but these new ones, which will glide along the paths I have created -- these are to be the dominant. The rest I leave to you. You may scour my workrooms for ideas. You may use your own thoughts and projects. The freedom of choice is yours - and when you are finished I will walk the paths that I have set between your universes and breathe life into your worlds.”

“May we do whatever we please in our universe?” asked Saevirg, the boldest of the god-twins.

“Yes, of course. But you may not interfere with any of your siblings' worlds. You may visit as a guest. A brother or a sister may borrow that which you create, but you cannot introduce anything unwanted to another's world without permission. These are my prohibitions. Otherwise, you are free.”

The excited and happy young gods dispersed to choose their building materials. As their voices faded away, the serenity of Wisdom's garden felt restored.

Then the Creator turned to his wife, intent on restoring his own marital harmony. Instead he saw that she was troubled and pre-occupied. He waited for her to speak.

“It is not altogether wise to allow them such utter freedom. They are young and ambitious. I fear for your lesser children.” She pointed to the unfinished models before her. “They will suffer from these enthusiasms.” Wisdom sat beneath her favorite fountain allowing the water to embrace her. The Creator watched his wife surrounded by the waters of creation and was pleased. He loved it when she, who was often so reluctant to use her powers, became involved in his projects.

“Although I have no wish to interfere with your plans for the children, I will bestow on each world a gift -- a Talisman -- which can be used by the wise and strong among your lesser sons and daughters to protect and keep them. This Tal will guide the rulers and give them a touch of magic. Yes. That is what I shall do.” Wisdom declared emphatically. “But for your younger children to use it effectively I will hide it until the strong, the brave, and the wise among them discover its presence and delve its power.” And Wisdom smiled and embraced the Creator beneath the waters of her fountain.

And from the thoughts of Wisdom, came the Tals, hidden on all worlds, safeguarding all from the excesses of the gods . . ."