The Analytical Origin Of Life On Planet Earth

Contents

The Analytical Origin Of Life

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The Book Of Epiphany

The Book Of Patrimony

Book Of The Alpha

The Book Of Virentia

The Book Of Piztiak

Book Of The Genus

The Book OF Operibus

Book Of The Omega

Book Of Divinum Redemptio

The Book Of Epiphany

The Awakening

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The first breath of true insight occurred on July third, of the year two thousand and sixteen. This revealing moment could have never been foreseen. For years, however, thoughts had materialized in clips, gathering inside the deepest recesses of my mind; but suddenly now they were knitting themselves together in a totally unexpected way, at an equally unexpected moment, and for reasons that I could never quite seem to grasp.

This magic moment for me came on a rather lengthy trip to a special place just outside of Naples, Italy. The general administrative region in which I paused is called Campania. The area that I stood in, however, was somewhat different from the other areas inside this age old province. What set this specific spot apart was that it stood...and still stands... at the base of an ever active volcano, readily discernible in the distance ahead by its imposing shape. The name of this volcano is Mount Vesuvius.

As I paused to catch my breath and take a refreshing smuggled sip of Italy's miglior vino in the heat of the Italian summer, I noticed a small cloud of vapor ease from the summit of Vesuvius. Some ten minutes later this cloud was followed by another release of this same vapor...and on that very moment my mind began to drift.

For eons the area had been utilized by some of the greatest mercantile nations of earth. The broad area sat at a merging crossroad between a number of trading kingdoms that hailed from some of the farthermost corners in antiquity. Three of the most important included the Cumae, Nola and Stabiae.

Cumae was an ancient Greek colony founded in the eighth century B.C. on the Italian mainland, the very first of it's kind and not very far away at all; so obviously the people who originally settled the area in which I stood were the Greeks.

Nola was simply an area nearby founded since prehistoric times by several nomadic peoples of Italy, yet laying in the general area close to the spot on which I was standing.

Stabiae on the other hand, was a Roman town established by the Roman people themselves. The same identical destiny would fall upon it that would befall the much more famous spot upon which I presently stood. All of these people would have a hand in playing their part to establish this once thriving metropolis oasis, of both the most exotic in pleasure and distressing pain.

According to Strabo, a very well noted Greek historian of the classical period, whose works have survived the great test of time; even before this time period of seven to eight, B.C., Greek and Phoenician sailors had been using the area as a safe, advantageous port for shipping and receiving both trade goods and profits.

The place in which I was standing was in the very heart of an ancient town called Pompeii. As I gazed forward into the distance upon Vesuvius, I could not help but stand and wonder if the mountain had bothered to give the old time inhabitants of the metropolis there the same signal that she was now giving me. A few more huffs combined with just a bit of rumble, thunder, and the very first flash of lightning would have certainly put the scare in me, so why did it not virtually mortify these citizens here back in 79 AD?

What I discovered in my research of the day was that the god of fire truly did give those citizens of the time fair warning, to his good credit. Virtually all of the less-than-wealthy citizens of that time hopped the nearest floating vessel to safety far out at sea in the Mediterranean, and onto distant, much more pleasant shores beyond. This news was certainly not what we would have expected.

I would have guessed without knowing better, that the wealthy would have purchased all of the spare sailing room, and rudely left the disadvantaged of the city metropolis to simply perish in the flame, falling ash, and glowing cinder; in the same manner that the first classed wealthy made it off the Titanic, only to let the second and third class passengers go down stoically into the ice cold water below, with the entire ship itself. What made this incident so different from our ignorant expectations?

The truth is, so I was to learn, that while the poor and disadvantaged of the day were racing toward the boats and floating vessels of any sort; the first classed wealthy, who were scattered all over the metropolis, were racing in the opposite direction, going back to their grand estates in some misguided fear that the mountain was only bluffing and that thieves would take advantage of the situation to move in for the purpose of relieving them of their hard won furnishing, expensive art work, elaborate jewelry and other fashionable trimmings. We might surmise that their fears could have been well founded, just judging from the numbers of dog-on-premises signs built into the terrazzo and porcelain tile flooring of the residential/business areas.

Businesses were built adjacent to the residential dwellings in concrete to reveal an ultimate liberty in individual enterprise, strikingly reminiscent of modern day living areas that I had visited in both the nations of Belize and Ecuador, only to name a couple among many. Even the coal burning stoves of the time, which were constructed of the surrounding soft limestone blocks by simply chiseling large square nine inch holes into them, worked and appeared virtually identical to ones that I had seen over there on the other side of the earth, so far away.

The mountain might have even bluffed these enterprising citizens before in the past on a number of differing occasions, ¹ as far as we may ever know; but on this particular day in 79 AD, Vulcan, the ancient god of fire and destruction, wasn't bluffing. On the contrary, that old fire god was most upset about something, and deadly serious about delivering punitive action.

As I eased down the stone road way, well worn by chariot wheels to the point of cutting obvious ruts into the cobblestone pavement, I saw the plaster casts of what was left of the old-time citizen's ash covered corpses. The appearances of anguish and horror were still clearly discernible on their faces even now, after so many generations of being covered in ash, muck, and Lord knows what else.

According to the archaeologist in residence on the premises, in many cases the ash actually solidified the corpse itself, but in most cases, not. It simply covered the corpse where it deteriorated into nothingness over time, leaving the ash itself combined with the mud muck to solidify, forming what amounted to a natural mold of sorts. Small holes were punched into the head and the rear, then the space was filled with plaster until it exited at the rear, revealing the fact that the mold had been completely filled. A day or three later the ash was simply knocked off with a slag hammer to reveal the solid plaster form, a virtual exact statue-like model of the dead or dying corpse sitting directly before us, in many instances. The human likeness was truly astonishing, as were the obvious expressions of horror on the faces of these victims from so long ago.

I never will forget the sights. Matter of fact, I almost caught myself feeling sorry for the poor citizens of the day, especially the children, many of them clearly appearing only to be around two or three years old at the time of the event. One man now frozen forever in time, owned a pottery manufacturing facility, constructing urns and amphora, along with what appeared to be a type of stoneware.

I would imagine this stoneware  to have been strikingly similar to that which I had seen in the Appalachian mountains back home, especially should it have been neatly painted in likewise fashion. I nearly inquired of the archeologist on duty, if we could actually bother to paint one up just to compare the manner in which it matched; but somehow I forgot the question during the excitement of this dawning revelation, as it gradually moved in upon me psychologically.

We continued to proceed forward with the slow passage of the sweltering sun overhead. Soon we entered into an actual house that was an obvious old style Italian villa home, a type that I have always fantasized about owning, but was never willing to front the bill for when the reality of it all settled in. The wall going around the estate had spots on the edge of large rectangular openings clearly revealing where there had once been metal H style hinges, obviously supporting two huge solid wooden doors. These hinges had been reinserted into the holes during our time there and bolted into two rather elaborate heavy wooden imitation doors, just like it would have held back before the 79 AD eruption.

When the door was opened, a really elegant inside garden area was revealed. In the center of the garden sat a pool, once filled with eel and a variety of carp type fish, eerily reminiscent of of gold fish from the fresco wall paintings all around us. A statue appearing to be of the goddess, Venus, was standing beside the pool.

On either side of this pool sat a type of couch, but not exactly what people of the modern West would have been familiar with.  Matter of fact, the thought that flashed through my mind was that this couch mysteriously  appeared Oriental, since there were no cushions and only a wide solid seat and back.

So it seemed, the Italians of the time enjoyed slouching down on their backs to eat and drink. Their drink came from wide brimmed bronze goblets, causing me to think that they must have choked about as much as they drank, especially should the wine have been very strong. Well made rum punch would have been out of the question for these people, if these goblets were their only choice in cups.

It appeared that there were some five rooms on either side of the large estate, with a strange room all alone in the rear. The ceiling above the garden was closed in, but had an angled opening in the center that vented both sunshine inside to the plants, and allowed rain to pour in from above, filling the shallow garden pool in the center of the floor below. The ever welcoming doors at the gate also vented air in from the outside through the opening in the ceiling of the garden room, and consequently the entire concrete house. A steady breeze created by this wind rifle, and the three feet thick walls of the villa kept us all astonishingly cool in this torrid heat of the Italian summer..

I inquired of the archeologist if the individual rooms were rented out by the estate owner of the day, but his reply was a flat no. The rooms, he continued to inform me,  were constructed for his numerous mistresses, and the female slaves employed as prostitutes for his own personal further enrichment.

The male citizens of Pompeii were very chauvinistic, the archeologist continued to inform us. Here is the room where both he and his wife lived, he pointed. In silence I could not help but think the words,...but in the same house?

A lady employed in the same company as ourselves stated aloud that Italian men had not changed at all during these twenty four centuries! No person present ever spoke out to dispute her very descriptive words, but only gave response with audible laughs and muffled chuckles.

As the evening wore down and the time neared 1500 or 1600, we gradually made our way from the from the villa house down the cobblestone roads. Back before the eruption the roads were shallow flat, stone covered ditches;  where all of the water from the sauna baths, latrines and gardens flowed continuously upon being released.

While plumbing had advanced inside residential homes, complete with flushing toilets and the like, outside in the streets it was a different matter altogether. Instead, the sewage flowed directly down the streets, with the people walking along the sides of the roadway. In the center of the streets at various points, were positioned large flat stones that allowed the walkers to pass over and out of harm's way from the water. Now I know where the term, stepping stone originated.

We had walked through the old city for what felt like hours in the heat, finally arriving at what was readily apparent as a huge forum court yard, that had once been at least partially sheltered. This forum had to have been at least the size of a modern football field or maybe even three, in my own estimation. What was also readily apparent was the former beauty of the place in which I was standing, with it's color of the time still perceptible in many instances. I was flabbergasted, to say the least.

As I slowly ambled through the forum area, absorbing the many sights, a number of fine details caught my anxious eye.

First it was the immenseness of the building columns combined with the intricate beauty of their decorative carving. Clearly these people were highly dedicated artists in both appeal to the pleasant appellate, as well as the sublime. What had happened to us now in our own day, with this contemporary artwork and architecture that lacks as much in beauty as it does soul?

I barely even feel that both contemporary art or architecture qualifies as art or beauty in a huge number of instances. It almost feels as if contemporary expression has gone as far as to blatantly reject any spiritual elements found inside the world around it;  which is why it refuses to blend in with the surrounding natural world, where obvious elements of pure soul survive into our present time.[1] In much more polite circles we might say that the deified condemnation for this blatant rejection of both the spirit and soul, was to suffer environmental displacement. For the artist’s  crime of denial, the avenue of expression has been cast asunder, in other words! There were other curious details, however.

At various points there stood fragments of exaggerated figures, both humanoid and humanoid combinations with various beasts. What immediately leaped out upon entering the gaming area was a huge human head perched on a stand in the center, the head of a man. Then there was a figure standing so proudly with the body of a goat, yet the torso and head of an unknown man. There were also the huge, thirty foot nude statues of strange young men with wings now laying down on the ground, at least three of them. Judging by the markings on the ground, there had once stood the same number more, at the very least. What had possessed these people of the distant past to create such figures?

We would all presume that these people had been blessed with very creative, if not overactive imaginations. Is that really what we are dealing with here? Was this the simple message being passed on here, or had there been so much more known from the past by these old time citizens of Pompeii, that we of the future as we dwell in our high-tech artificial worlds, have long since forgotten, and know virtually nothing about?

Merely thinking about the prospect got me very excited. As I raced across the forum courtyard I imagined the Olympic games that were played there, the contests of struggle and the disagreements between team members that were most surely to have occurred. While I was fully aware of what the games were about, what else in reality could have been going on here? In other words, who was it that in reality was being honored here on these grounds back in that day, and why?

Inside state owned  high schools and University text books of my own day, virtually nothing in regard to any sort of alternative possibilities was ever presented. I honestly question the fact of whether any surrogate possibilities would have been discussed at all, even if hard proof would have been available to state otherwise. The all inclusive, secular humanist political agenda of the present day Western world, simply would never allow it.

To even dwell on the concept of gods was frowned upon, during my own days inside the state owned school system of the not-so-distant past, except doing so in a way that relegates any predisposed concept of deity into a state of near derision. We as individual free thinking persons, however, are at liberty to deductively perceive otherwise;  and are obligated by power of fact to dwell on the matter, as is fitting to conclude upon the true situation at hand.

While the city of Pompeii had been in existence for well over five hundred years, with trade and business congregation in the area as far back even as a thousand years before the year 79 AD, what in fact must be anticipated is the possibility that the same type of congregation had once already occurred,  even as far back as twenty eight hundred years prior to the year eight hundred B.C., the year of the first Greek settlement in the nearby area, as we may recall. The forces that had congregated in the natural port were forces of commerce, not military in nature, so the resistance to Greek intrusion pf 800 B.C., was minimal in the face of well organized military companies.

In the day of eight hundred B.C., the Greeks were the superpower of the time, so domination of the general area was relatively simple for them to assume, allowing mercantilism and general commerce to continue naturally, but also charging a mild ten percent tax on those whom intended to engage the business effort. There at the crossroads the profit was virtually guaranteed, when the effort was combined with a previously established reputation, a polished creative approach to the potential customer base, and an outstanding product or service to be rendered.

The in-hand profit margin would still sit at near ninety percentile; so of course, the merchants and tradesmen would still meet to make exchange with the incoming traveler, who was anxiously anticipating a wide variety of the services and the chance to dabble in some exotic, even bizarre form of entertainment, that simply could not have been had in many alternative places with so much to choose from!

From what could be gathered there in the ruin of old Pompeii, there existed thriving markets of horse traders, spices of virtually every sort fetching hefty prices then, as they would for virtual centuries into the future. Yet we take them for granted in the western world today, especially inside the United States where we purchase nine ounce  tubes of cumin ², for example, at one dollar American per tube! Tales from the day claim that similar amounts of cumin back then would cost one a week's worth of wages.

We must never forget that one of the reasons Columbus set out on his initial voyage across the ocean blue, was to gain a direct access to the fabled oriental spice lands of the far east. In doing so, with Spain set to dominate and control the new route that he dreamed of discovering, not only would the fees that were to be charged make his adopted nation wealthy, it would make he, himself  wealthy in the process, and highly admired by the Spanish royalty;  since it was said that spices were then worth their weight in pure gold.

Knowing that information may not come as a shock to the reader, but just remember that we were speaking of the year eight hundred B.C. approximately, and Columbus did not make his famous initial voyage until the year 1492 AD. That figure constitutes 1308 years for an item to hold it's value, just in case anyone missed it!

As a matter of fact I was told by elders while growing up, that in the US as recently as the 1920s and the 1930's, exotic spices were very difficult to acquire because of the purchase price. Most people made do with black pepper. Cayenne pepper could be grown locally, so it may have constituted an exception to the rule of expense. Dried bay leaves could be found in the surrounding countryside and were sold in the local general stores of the day. The only exceptions to the rule of expense in exotic spices would come in much more modern times.

There was so much more in the market square for the traveler of the past to entertain himself with other than good food and fine spices. There was a local blacksmith who made tools and displayed them for sale. We also find chariot makers who would even go as far as to craft one on credit, if the purchaser lived close enough by where the business owner’s  assistant could investigate the property being put on the hook for collateral;  or of the purchaser could procure enough in gems to equal three times the value of the product being produced.

Why spend one's own wealth when he could have the tool crafted, trade it to make a sum in a quick resale, then only pay the monthly portion; and in the process make three or four times what one lost in the original purchase price of the tool? These types of middleman trades with metropolis visitors occurred in old Pompeii , as I was to learn,  on a daily basis and in surprising volume. Engaging in such gilded feats of enterprise was always possible and highly encouraged in an individual enterprise system, prior to the days of ambiguous regulation seeking  to guarantee an elitist central bank’s rude extortion from a national citizen base.

There were glass blowers who owned or rented stores where their goods could be displayed;  musical instrumentation crofters who constantly labored and were doing the same, bakers, and we may presume in honest cheerful sarcasm, candle stick makers as well.

But wait just a minute here, lest we succumb to the creeping forces of boredom! Pompeii still had yet much more to offer the curious traveler in search of an exotic experience, that his younger lonely heart had spent a lifetime yearning for. Pompeii once possessed virtual covens of dancing girls, gifted belly dancers purchased from distant desert sheiks who performed on command upon payment to their ever willing master, in company with a variety of well refined specialists in performing the delicate arts.

We might imagine that their style of dress strikingly resembled that of Barbara Eden in the old I Dream Of Jeannie episodes, just judging from the somewhat faded, yet still clearly discernible wall murals that I was gazing upon, as I ambled down the stone streets of this astonishing city ruin. We might imagine that there existed dinner theaters inside any one of the concrete openings that I passed by, where one could savor the very best dishes of day, listen to some fine orchestra swank, while beautiful ladies danced to a seductive flute and bongo tune without ever missing a single beat, as they grooved while silently intending to turn up the viewer's body heat! In some ways we might even go as far as to compare this enticing display with some sort of Hindu flute master’s well orchestrated swank as he courts a King Cobra, but at this point in my journey I prefer not diverge any farther on that note!

The entire scene would have been very pleasant to behold when it was topped off with the very best in vino that the surrounding vineyards possessed to offer, which was served up on virtually every street corner upon the asking, and most certainly at good sheik Ali Baba's famous exotic belly dancing burlesque show! Maybe the good sheik would have been kind enough to have tossed  a bit of divine blue lotus in with the wine, just for the thrill of the customers in search of an exotic carnal experience.

If one developed the urge, which no doubt was part of the game plan; and he possessed the nerve, he could step just two openings down and freely purchase a lyceum aged prostitute, who dressed up just as the sheiks dancing girls, judging from the mural on the wall. The painting on the left would show her in the display, while the painting on the right would show her engaged in the special trick(s) that she well may have built her entire provocative reputation on. Just judging from the mural, the rule was whatever the customer could fantasize and come to desire...just as long as he did not mind paying the demanded price.

We should presume that money was paid up front, but then the opening to the parlor once had heavy doors and iron bars across the windows. Where would the customer  have gone, should he have intended to bolt on the order to pay following his treat with the lady of his choice? We may only imagine that the door guard was more than likely a tough Roman soldier working a second job during his furlough, or while being stationed nearby; or an ex-soldier who had now retired by investing into the business of flesh trade during his working days. If the former was the case, we may be sure that this guard wasn't about to tolerate any freeloaders wishing to taste his sweet treats for nothing..., unless it was a mighty good friend on visit whom he knew would one day return the same favor, if not something much more exotic for him to indulge himself into!

From all of these business enterprise examples that revealed themselves before us, the most prevalent was that of prostitution. So it seemed, virtually every private residence was in possession of a chamber for facilitating this trade in flesh, and the exchange thereof. As one might would imagine, even after twenty four centuries we could readily discern that some enterprises in such vices had much more than others to offer their customers.

Without a doubt, we are forced to presume from the obvious, that brothels were designed to facilitate different socio-economic spectrum of the society that once thrived inside the city limits of old Pompeii. As far as it is known, we do not have in possession records of such, but there may even have been legalized segregation based on one's position inside the city; a caste system, if you will. The aristocratic citizen who only lives and functions among his own kind go here, with the very best that the society has to offer; and the commoners go over here among plain-Jane accommodations, and just be contented to make do, but please pay me my maximum request, nevertheless.

In either case, I forgot to inquire about venereal diseases that I would imagine were very prevalent at the time. Contrary to the beliefs of some, this scourge being only one among a large variety, was indeed rather prevalent even way back then. ³ The prevailing presence of bordellos most certainly would not have helped to contain any possibilities for the negative situation.

This author speculates that there may have even been what is known by slang terminology as the gelded gentry class. What this term refers to is a property investor who generates enough revenue from his investments that he earns a salary on par with that of aristocracy, and he passes these investments on down to his children. Members of the gelded gentry class were received by the legal aristocracy on various levels, including that of outright disdain. Part of the problem was that members of the gelded gentry class were not very well educated in the books of the day, but possessed a virtual PhD in the school of practical knowledge in the field of business, investment and expansion.

All of their time was consumed first with learning a trade or business, investing the proceeds, managing their property investments and the people hired to run the enterprise, and determining the most efficient way to expand on what they already acquired. These fine folks had little time to indulge in the reading of epic poetry, philosophy, the study of rhetoric, or any sort of idealist pondering that constituted the prevailing majority in what an academic education of the day consisted of. Such vain gifts were granted only to those who were born into  position and wealth, which is where we receive the legal title of aristocracy.

Merit, or proof of one's contingency for a position, is a concept virtually unknown to those who live underneath this legalized label of aristocrat, as it always has been since the earliest days of old Pompeii. Yet even in our own day, we still allow our rules to be imposed by this class, ⁴ that virtually dictate the lives of rank and file citizens on the ground. ⁵ Where was the logic in this revelation back during the days of the metropolis on the hill? Where is it to be found, even in our own present day and time? Why has mankind not learned anything of merit on certain specific grounds in more than two thousand years?

By the fourth century B.C. , the grand city had came under domination by Rome, yet still appears to have resisted by simply ignoring any legislation designed to extort profits directed toward them. Near the year 80 B.C., the increasingly overbearing authority and crass extortions of Rome must have reached a point of being unbearable, as far as generating profits were concerned. We can witness demonstration of this reality all around the brothels in the form of signs carved into walls, sidewalks right in the doorways of the business enterprise, and posts of various sorts.

It appears that upon being discovered secretly running an enterprise without paying the ever demanded tax, the business was taxed at some three to nine times the usual rates. To let the inspectors know of one’s complaint intentions, a very visible sign of testicles and a very well endowed penis were vividly displayed in these fore stated locations, in regard to the most profitable enterprise of owning bordellos. The Roman inspector then knew what was going on, taxed the business at the usual rate, then both he and the enterprising individual went on their merry way. Other businesses had different logos, as we may logically presume. As much as I hate to say it here,  again it seems that some things have changed very little over the years.

In the year 80 B.C., Pompeii participated in a revolt against the ever increasing authority of Rome. The revolutionary act of resistance proved to be a failure in the end when directed against the well organized authority of Rome. As a concluding result the people were forced to submit, now seeing that they had no other options remaining. We know from studies of other similar incidences from the day, that individuals who still refused to submit without question were dealt with swiftly and mercilessly by Roman authorities. We must presume that these same rules applied to Pompeii, especially during the time immediately following the revolution in Pompeii. One hundred and fifty years later it's complete permanent destruction would surely come about, only by the flaming rage of Vesuvius in the clearly discernible distance.

Nearly a thousand years as a thriving trading crossroad, and approximately seven hundred as a well developed mercantile metropolis, make for an extremely good success story, I feel. I dare say that these time lengths are much better than usual for such places. I could not help but smile to myself in offering my own personal salute to the former glory of the old metropolis, as I continued to walk down the concrete and stone streets of the ruined city, toward the modern day tourist market that I was nearing at the base of the hill onto which the city had been constructed.

As I casually walked I noticed the flowers and the surrounding vegetation in general. The flowers and general vegetation was all astonishing familiar to me, virtually subspecies of the exact same varieties known in my own home area of the United States.. Here in Europe I had the same experience that I did during my time in the Orient, seeing virtual subspecies of the same plants that I had known in the states of Virginia, Tennessee, South Carolina and North Carolina.

While in the Orient I had attributed my experience to the fact that ornamental shrubs had been imported in since the days of the British colonies, and the fact that virtually all of the trees in China were farmed, as far as I had bore witness to. I had traveled by train over four hundred miles out on all sides from the limits of Beijing, where my primary residence of the time had been. The same rule still yet appeared to hold true. It was tempting to conclude that all of China and the Orient at large was of the same cast, but China alone is an extremely vast territory. Still while being virtually on the opposite side of the earth, I had expected to witnessed extremely exotic varieties of vegetation, certainly not the same subspecies varieties that I was so familiar with already. What exactly was I expected to make of this phenomenon?

I walked around in the modern day market at the foot of the hill beneath the metropolis ruins of Pompeii. The heat was still cooking, since I had made the mistake of desiring to labor during the months of the Italian summer. Shame on poor me for doing so, I thought as I hung my head covered by my opened, soaking wet bandanna that I virtually always carry with me when I travel outside of my home. I purchased an ice cold local beer in a thirty ounce bottle intending to remedy the uncomfortable situation. The beer and the Italian wine could be had for just a bit above the value of an American dollar, while a bottle of ice cold water on the other hand, cost more than five!

Soon we hopped back onto a bus that would carry us into the thriving modern day metropolis of Naples. As we traveled, again I was struck by the astonishing similarity that the landscape had with what I was already familiar with in my home area of the US. With vineyards now replacing tobacco fields back home, and the picture thereof fixed firmly in my mind, the similarity with the Italian vineyards tucked away in the surrounding countryside was far too much for me to simply ignore.

The surrounding trees were even of the same varieties. Back home we have pines, cedar and fir trees. I saw them here in Italy in marked abundance as well. The varieties of subspecies were different, but a pine is still a pine, just like a fir tree is still a fir tree. Back home the varieties of pine tend to be Loblolly, Pitch pine, yellow and white pine. In Italy the varieties appeared to be a version of yellow pine, and on occasion a type of white pine. I also noticed varieties of poplar trees and aspen..., all varieties that are found back home in my area of the US.

As the bus moved merrily along, I could not help but notice the fields and the planted crops. I saw egg plant, squash, soybeans, corn..., lots of corn, as a matter of fact. I saw onion and tomato, plots of mushroom, garlic, leeks, and the list could go on. The point being made is that here we were on the other side of the world, and I was seeing the same crops already so familiar to me back home.

Where were those exotic, freaky plants that simple words of knowledge could never explain? I wanted trees with leaves that breathed out virtual colors, with bark of a texture that compelled one to touch it over and over again. I wanted vegetables with a taste that offered one a feeling from which he could never withhold in the time future from his experience. I wanted peach type fruit that tasted like a thousand other pleasant flavors found in the surrounding landscape, all that one would be required to do is simply turn it over to find the next rich flavor on the other side! Where was my exotic paradise?, I thought aloud in silence to myself.

I could not help but to intimate my silent freakish thoughts over to my youngest daughter, Marina, who was twenty one at the time and sitting immediately beside me in the bus seat engrossed in her own pondering of the moment at hand; but was ever-ready to offer me her explanation of the matter, as it relates back to the officially sanctioned fables of mainstream science. I asked the question to her more in the name of lightly taunting jest, than in any attempt at extracting heavy intellectual information. Most people generally tend to balk when they feel that they might be forced to invest powers of thought into a heavy matter of honest questioning. I feared that her response on this occasion, might not be one of any hard conviction in the matter.

Why are you so surprised at that, she laughed as she casually glanced over at me? "Haven't you bothered to read the books?

What books?, I snapped in curt reply, just to test her knowledge and response in regard to the topic at hand.

She laughed again, dropping her head and shaking it from side to side.

Well you know?... Please don't tell me that I have to explain all of this business to you now.

Yeah, certainly, I said in short reply with a smile, I want to hear your hard honest rendering of the matter back to me.

Well, the books say that all of the continents were once one, so there's your explanation. She hung her head and smiled, continuing to shake her head from side to side in gasping disbelief.

How come there is so much water between us then?, I asked her half in silent jest.

She hung her head once more again, shaking it from side to side.

With all of this schooling that you have had, I just can't believe that you do not know this stuff. Well they claim that the continents broke up over millions of years, then simply drifted away. These continents are still drifting, and breaking up. Look at the fault lines and the huge cracks in the earth in some places, she said. That's why we have sub-species of the same plants all over the planet.

She looked at me and laughed, only to drop her head.

I simply can't believe that you have asked me this.

It most certainly all sounds perfectly logical, I replied with a smile. I knew that she was going to tell me what she did. People have been programmed to reply in such a manner for sixty six years now,[2] ever since the platform in American government had been erected to support a future socialization of the masses at their own expense, contrary to what so many citizens of today believe.. The idea that anything else could have ever been different had to be erased from the public mind; first of the educated, then the masses at large. The greatest sin to the idea of state control on any level, is for the rank and file citizen base to believe that something beyond our limitations is in possession of a greater authority than any such authority commanded by mankind here on planet earth.

In fact, the revelation here is that leaders of any nation-state system actually seek to force a sort of state worship from the people, at some point in the ever dawning future. The evidence is found in their attempts to eradicate belief in any sort of reality beyond;  especially when they appear to literally force us to accept absurdities, such as an inferior element ascending into a continual superlative, by complete random chance! Any such conclusion blatantly violates the laws of mathematics and logic to the place that the extremes of violation end at ridiculous points on the celestial scale of measurement. Once more in silence pondering with myself, I laughed aloud.

What in the world are you laughing at this time, replied my youngest daughter, Marina, in honest gasping inquiry?

I intended to give her an answer, but I did not do so right away. I continued to ponder and think on the question, and her former explanation of the observation that I had made. I will agree that the continents of earth had once been one, but underneath the deepest waters of sea; never floating mysteriously on top, as the central bank and government owned scientists of the world so audaciously claim. I will use my powers of logic offered as a gift from the divine one above to formulate my own convictions, whether the authoritarian liars of earth wish to acknowledge him or not.

I can see where a horrendously violent earthquake in the far distant past shook the Pangaea land mass, breaking it up into rough forms of what we are so familiar with in our own day and age. The plates forced the land masses upward from the floor of the seabed, causing the waters of the deep blue sea to consequently recede, and the continents to stabilize as they arose where it is that they presently are positioned, for the most part. 

My daughter laughed at me, hanging her head once more again.

I just can't believe you, she replied, so how do we explain these similarities in the plant varieties that you have been witness to?

My wife even went as far as to reply that she believed our daughter, rather than my own personal revelation.

"My personal problem with mainstream science is that two thirds of it is tainted by political agenda. The first question that we must ask is specifically how is it that these elitist authoritarians of earth are served by us believing in their false message? To accept what it is that I believe in, since it falls in perfect line with the most ancient of written accounts, would indirectly serve to verify the existence of a far superior authority from beyond. What the leaders of men strongly desire is to strike out this notion of an advanced authority beyond giving them competition for what it is that they desire most to extort from the citizens at large here, on planet earth.

"In short, what they desire most of all is virtually everything that the people of planet earth have to give, ⁶ including their very lives in the end. Yes that is right, just to simplify what it is that I am saying, they want to be the god of the people at large, on the face of the earth! They also desire the right to impose a penalty of death for those who refuse to bow down in total submission, we are compelled to presume from the suggestions of possibility," I intimated in reply.

But who are you to say that ?, my daughter replied in earnest bequest, hinting of a sudden sharp angry flash in her blood. These people have research degrees and have vested millions to render us the information that they have! Who are you to even question it? Where is your advanced degree and papers revealing the research operations that you have been involved with? All that you are is an international ESL instructor, for crying out loud here! You come back home to the states and you do various things just to get by; even work in a local food cafe, for Pete's sake, but real research? That seems to be so far beyond the likes of you, she snapped, seemingly angered by what she perceived as my audacity in challenging a system into which she, like most western citizens, had blindingly placed so much faith in, unfortunately.

Look up some of these researchers on your smart phone, I politely asked her. She reluctantly complied, naming them and reading me their professional resume'. Now investigate where it is that the financing for the research originated, I ordered her.

It originated at such and such university, as we would all presume, she briskly snapped again, obviously wishing to disregard my point.

Now lookup the university in question, and observe where the funding for it comes from. Even if the funding appears to originate with an independent association of some sort, when we trace the tentacles of the organization backward, we may observe where it is that some sort of organized government had their hand in the water to control the flow of the stir.

Sure enough, the discovery proved itself consistent every time that we investigated.

When any sort of scientific claim smacks of being politically correct, especially giving any sort of verification to the cause, this observation should automatically send up a red flag, I informed her. Your thinking process is being manipulated and we are commanded by the powers of truth to critically analyze each and every claim made, lest one day in the nearing future we all become swallowed up by the waters of authority gradually being thrust inward upon us.

In lieu of your question and the response that you have given, she politely inquired, what are we to make of this?

We may conclude that the truth must be something else, something that the authoritarians are desperately attempting to conceal from us, I replied to her question.

Like, what sort of truth? She gave me a sour look upon asking.

Like the exact opposite of what they are claiming and shoving before us to command that we accept as being absolute, and without question.

What exactly are you speaking of? I don't understand!. she snapped in new anger.

"Remember when I spoke of an inferior ascending into a superlative by random chance? What I am proposing is that the real truth lies in the notion that all life began with an original genetic superlative species of humanity, that has descended into a continuing inferior due to continuing patterns of corruption. This pattern would fit in with observed logic inside the secular world around us to a perfection. There is no doubt in my own mind, that political agenda has forced the world's greatest scientists seeking an advancement for their professional name, to blatantly reject the notion of an originating genetic superlative species aloud in public, since it runs so adamantly in contrast to the commanded professional opinion; but behind closed doors these dedicated researchers probably embrace the ideology, especially if they can see where it is that they and their corporate, scholastic, and banking connected masters might benefit in the emerging future by them doing so."

"How in the world could they or