Corimba

Not so long ago the tide pulled out from Corimba. The ground shook and the whole village fell over. Some of the women were working near the center of the village. The men were out in the hills, collecting bananas and fishing. The ground shook again and then it stopped. In that instant all eyes turn out to the sea. Watching. Waiting. One of the elders knelt down and put it ear to the dirt. He stayed there for many minutes. Listening. Waiting.
Suddenly it stood up and shouted, “Get to the mountain!”
With that everyone dropped what they were doing, grabbed the children up in their arms, and ran towards the center of Corimba, to the mountain. Nothing was taken with. The elder brothers gathered in a circle and prayed for the safety of all the world, while the young men held their spears over their head, pointed to the sun.
The tide pulled out from Corimba deeper, longer than before. Then, with wrath, it crashed up onto the shore. The water rushed in and destroyed everything it wanted to. Another arm swatted down onto the trees, uprooting and tossing them aside. Another and another crashed in and moved rocks, the mountain even moved. The men watched their boats being buried under the water and come back up in pieces.
The sea pulled back its attack and rested. The sea was tired and calmed quickly like an angry baby falling asleep. Two of the men went down first to make sure it was safe for the others. Their homes were scattered and the village center, unrecognizable. The other made their way back down, knowing it was time to rebuild. The old and young grabbed logs and vines. They needed to make homes for the night. Some of the men were sent to the water to fish for dinner for everyone. They took their bows and spears down to the sea.
For several days, homes were re-build. Food was re-stocked. The people of Corimba put everything back together.
Four nights after the earth shook, two of the men were out hunting. From over the top of the mountain flew an enormous beetle. It was not a normal beetle, this one was bigger than they’d ever seen before, it even carried people. They were not people like those of Corimba, they were different. The men didn’t know what to do, so they loaded their arrows and shot at the beetle. But their arrows fell short. The wind from the beetle’s wings was so strong, the men ran away. They ran back to the village and told everyone about the beetle. The other said that they heard thunder, but saw no lighting. The men said that this was the power of the beetle’s flight.
Soon the children kept a watchful eye, not on the sea, but the sky. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the giant beetle.

There are some peoples who wish to be left alone. Leave them alone. This is a fictional story, but a very real situation. There are thousands (yes thousands) of peoples around the world who wish that the "modern world" would not force itself on them. These remote places on the 'edges of the map' are not remote at all. They are someone's home. They have their own culture and world view. Who is to say that they are backwards and quaint? Maybe they understand more about the world than the modern man does.