(Revised July, 2017)
Our EBH has somehow, someway come to exist on a tiny speck of a floating space rock, a rock that is spinning and spinning like a nonstop Ferris wheel, like an out of control merry-go-round. And, as if that wasn’t enough to scramble his brain, the rock is also locked into an orbit around one of millions of brilliant, flaming fireball rocks, itself floating in what appears, at least to his naked eyes, as an endless void of scary blackness. And his questions remains: How? Why? When? And, by who’s hand? By what means?
The EBH does not know the answer; and sadly, will never know. The question is, and will forever be, the ultimate conundrum, that eternal mystery.
But assuming, just for grins and giggles, EBH was brought to his rock by, oh, let’s say concerned parents, his people, a victim of the classic dying society, brought to the rock for his own good, his own safety, the last hope of a race; or perhaps, while we’re toying with ideas, perhaps he was sentenced here, brought here as an exile, to separate him from his culture for whatever reason, dropped into an uncharted, never to be found again, alien, albeit survivable wilderness, to literally do or die.
The possibilities are endless, limited only by one’s imagination. But whatever the case, EBH should have (one would think), quickly gotten over what he did not know, and focused on what he did know, focused on what he physically saw before him: Not only a survivable environment, but the realistic opportunity to live long and prosper .
Now, to his early credit, and our first hint at his potential, EBH did in fact survive; but, this survival can be attributed to a simple, inherent reflex, the fight or flight reflex; a built-in survival trait. (Essentially, all Earthbound creatures, great and small, possess it.)
However, when he was not tussling with some creature, for his dinner, or running from some beast looking to make a meal out of him, EBH opted to sit and sear, to pout, to in fact behave as a neglected, abandoned child, throwing tantrums and breaking his toys, in this case, destroying and poisoning his only means of survival; poisoning his sustaining resources, so graciously provided by his rock.
Maybe EBH remained angry because no note was left by Mommy, promising to return for him some day. Maybe he was upset because no instructions were left as how to best survive on a strange, unfamiliar rock.
Perhaps, more angering and frustrating than any of that was the simple fact of not knowing from where he came, or why he was on the rock at all.
There was no map home. There was no number to phone home. There was nothing. At least that he knew of.
EBH, simply woke up one day (consciously speaking, of course) to find himself standing in the warmth of a brightly shining sun, under trees laden with more sweet fruits than Kroger’s could ever offer.
He walked through wild gardens, vines adorned with the most juicy and tasty vegetables, of every conceivable kind, growing in abundance.
He waded through clear flowing rivers teaming with nourishing, protein rich fish, and wondered among animals of every conceivable kind as they roamed the hills and valleys, edible ones and hard working beasts of burden.
He looked up, and watched birds of every description and color as they filled the skies, others as they nested, laying white, brown, and speckled eggs.
I’m sure he appreciated quenching rains as they poured down from blackened skies, washing all periodically.
No, EBH didn’t just wake up to find himself alone and in dire straights, he woke up and found himself in a veritable garden paradise; well, at least he knew where such gardens were located.
If EBH was in fact abandoned, left to fend for himself, for a short period of time, or all time, whoever, whatever transported, delivered, deposited him (if in fact that was the case), onto the surface of his spinning rock, a rock in a vast void of rocks, that entity did their homework, or at the very least had compassion, for they could not have chosen a more life supporting, life sustaining rock.
But back to reality, because it was not just a matter of EBH not accepting his awakening in paradise; it just could not be that simple. It was not just a matter of not bringing himself to simply embrace his good fortune, damn all that; no, EBH harbored a deep seeded, all consuming obsession, and that obsession was compounded by, not only a growing anger, but an equally growing and festering savagery.
EBH was not satisfied with being supported, nurtured, sustained by his rock, prison or savings grace; and, on the methodical vanishing of the burning, blazing, yellow rock, and the simultaneous appearance of a multitude of other rocks, illuminating, dotting the black canvas, EBH only laid back and stared; stared, knowing, suspecting, somewhere among the twinkling space rocks, was his true home, his true family, the place he belonged, or at least had to return for whatever reason, complete a task, effect revenge.
Now, please recall I explained that all EBHs possess a conscious. That inner most self, that which allowed him thought, as well as all that he could sense, sight, hearing, touch; that inexplicable presence within him that was his alone, that distinguished him from all other EBHs.
That mysterious thing that, as with his origin, as with his destiny, no EBH, none, not a single psychologist, not one psychiatrist, certainly no self-proclaimed Shaman of any organized religious cult, could legitimately claim to have knowledge of, not then, not now, not ever. Oh, make no mistake, many, many simple minded EBHs have in the past orbits, do in the present orbits, and will in orbits to come claimed to possess such knowledge, but understand, that is only their delusion, or well scripted ruse.
For the human conscious is as distinct and personal as finger prints; no two the same. And while EBH can obtain an image of finger prints, while he can trace the intricate patterns, the swirling scrolls with his little pencil, he will never understand the message, the coding, the true meaning and purpose of those meticulous patterns, how they really link to and identify the EBH.
If any “instructions,” if any guidance, or compelling messages were left by those who delivered the EBH to the surface of his rock, those guiding messages may have been encoded into the EBH subconscious; even if nothing more than, “Good luck! You’re on your own!” (After all, he was eventually able to climb down a tree and into a skyscraper.) And perhaps, while we’re free thinking, those intricate finger prints somehow identify the conscious, the being existing within the biological frame. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves, so let us slow down, and back up a bit.
I need to explain that while I’m using EBH in the singular tense; it must be understood, there were a multitude of EBH tribes scattered throughout the surface of the rock; and, genetically speaking, all these EBHs were/are the same; that is to say, all sport two legs, two arms, one head, one brain, etcetera, etcetera.
Some tribes do enjoy variations to the basic theme, facial features mostly, height and skin tone, others, hair density and texture. But, what must be understood is all possess that conscious, with it’s encoded intuition, the ability to reason, to think, to evaluate and choose.
Considering their similarities (and differences), each individual tribe considered itself equal in standing with all other tribes, and rightfully so; no tribe enjoyed an advantage over another, physically, cognitively. All were equal on the rock.
Oh, each tribe certainly embraced their own unique cultural differences; in many cases, tribal leaders did undoubtedly tout their tribes as superior to others. Bigger, stronger, more powerful. And while some tribes did seem to discover aspects about their rock quicker than others, essentially all tribes acclimated and advanced socially at the same global pace.
So, the second all time pressing question consuming EBH was/is, considering the undeniable similarities, were all tribes linked to the same magical, mystical origin in some way?
Were all EBHs cast in the image of a single, magical, mystical all mighty creator? Was EBH created in those same lush gardens he found himself walking through? Did every EBH on the rock, of every tribe across the rock truly originate from two EBHs? More importantly, only six thousand years ago? There are many who speculate that is the case, just lack the (fantastic) hard evidence to prove their suspicions, and disprove the mounds of hard evidence to the contrary. (Especially the time factor.)
Or, as the scientific, floating, spinning space rock experts like to profess, did EBH evolve as a result of a “ big bang ” somewhere in the cosmos, and all the microbe particles combined to form the first living cells, which evolved to form EBH? This would certainly account for the multitude of tribes, as those microbes would cover the rock, not fall only on select spots.
Or, did EBH originate of a Father and Mother EBH, of a race of EBHs, parents, biologically capable of passing DNA encoding, damn whether brought to the rock on a field trip, stranded on the rock due to some kind of space bus accident, or beamed down by Science teacher Scotty.
The irrefutable fact remains, the evidence strong and obviously undeniable, all EBH share the same basic genetic coding, all EBHs are born, vaginally, of the female EBH, all EBHs possess a conscious, intelligence, and the capacity to not only advance, but advance socially, curiously, simultaneously.
All this confirms, all EBH originate from a common species.
I’ll throw one more in, only because it’s my personal favorite.
Perhaps, Scotty’s mission was not to beam down single specimens, rather beam down couples, mixed gender experimental groups, small homesteading communities, in a scatter plot pattern, covering all land forms identified as potentially life supporting. The seeding of the rock, as it were. Sure, it would have been a momentous undertaking, even for a highly sophisticated, scientifically advanced society like his, but it would certainly explain the multitude of tribes, the obvious similarities, and slight dissimilarities, attributed to developing in different regions, under varried circumstances.
I say specimen because Scotty (archeology tells us) did not beam down fully developed EBHs, rather EBH in their primal stage; this to allow a slow, purposeful, full acclamation to his new home. (Makes total sense, right?)
Now, I need to include that one of the current dominant theories is that all EBHs, every single one, from the Australian aborigines to the the British Royal family, all evolved from a single set of parents. Parents that evolved from a single cell organism. Nuff said about that.
But alas, which ever of the preceding, if any, is correct and true, no one will ever know, and that’s fine, because it is all inconsequential. For as far as EBH was concerned back in his formative phase, to his present phase, there is no yesterday, there is no tomorrow, there is only the now. And for a fleeting moment, he actually seemed to grasp that intuitive fact.
We know this by the sheer fact that he survived. Allow me to expound on that a little.
Incredibly, EBH managed to survive his initial phase; his primal phase of existence on the rock. Incredible because those initial acclamation orbits were the ultimate down and dirty, the most perilous dog eat dog phase that in all honesty could have gone either way. But not only does EBH survive, impressively, he actually manages to advanced himself socially.
And this is where we pick up EBH’s hapless plight; not that the whole evolving ape-man thing isn’t interesting; I strongly recommend you read all you can on that phase. I just do not consider it critical to this particular effort.
What is interesting is EBH’s reaching a point of existing which allows for the (perhaps) activation of some encoded skills and/or embedded, subconscious instructions. For once again, essentially all EBH tribes began to develop socially along similar lines. The key driving development was the establishment of communication, both oral and in writing.
For no man can rule a tribe (or a kingdom) without a clear published mandate.
No king can preserve his legacy, record his glorious conquests, properly proclaim his supremacy throughout the lands without proper, tangible means and methods.
So somehow, someway, again perhaps due to some universal inherent knowledge, an embedded skill set resurfacing, each tribe seemed to (almost) simultaneously accomplish a universal task.
Each EBH tribe developed, tailored specifically to each tribe, variations of the basic “ugh.”
Now consider this carefully, what each and everyone one of us (today) essentially takes for granted, even to the point of abuse, speech, words pooled together in strings, in the most creative and imaginative ways, in conversations, in public speaking, in song, all originated from the first ever ugh.
What so many scientists, anthropologists, archeologists, certainly linguists refer to as the evolution of EBH speech was in fact only the recalling of stored skills. Instead of evolving, EBH was painfully, but successfully, reestablishing an existence.
He first found his voice through the frustrated utterance of ugh, then, out of sheer necessity, quickly employed volume, stress, and pitch, as these were critical in communicating across distances and thick jungle. Intonation, pace, emphasis, gestures, hand and face, as well as body positioning and stance were all needed in close proximity communication. Story telling. Instruction delivery to a young hunter. Explaining that unfamiliar red dye on his collar to a highly suspicious Mrs EBH.
The universal, basic ugh gave way to a more melodic, meaningful voice.
The intricacies of meaningful speech were reestablished, literally. Objects, and more importantly, personalities acquired their own sounds, their own names.
EBH was on a role, but while oral communication was great for close proximity messaging, it did not do much for distance messaging.
Enter the sharpened stone and the sandstone tablet.
Once again we see this uncanny ability to simultaneously resolve this issue as well. Taking these two readily available items in hand, EBH begins to scratch, imprint creative, unique, complex, and often ornamental scribblings, not unlike those found on his finger tips.
Individual scribblings were then curiously combined in sets coming to represent a tribesman name, an official title, a label for a tool or utensil, the name of a river, or a fruit.
And so it came to be, all tribal EBHs not only possessed verbal speech, but written language as well.
While many tribes continually modified and expanded their languages and vocabularies, many others still use a very basic, simplistic dialect today.
Surprisingly, even the most simplistic known dialects accomplish what are considered the essential elements of meaningful communication. That is to say, even crude dialects involve a sender, a distinct and clear message, target a specific receiver, allow for/solicit feedback, permit a channel (or medium), consider potential interference and address specific situations.
These early utterances and scribblings permitted a crude, yet functional level of communication, not only within the tribe, but enabled communication with other neighboring tribes in the region.
EBH was connected, and quickly set to built meaningful circles of friends, form groups, and crucial alliances.
Within the tribe, these early utterances and scribblings were important in EBH establishing some semblance of social organization (not always effective), and law and order, (not always accepted, nor abided by all tribal members); and more importantly, he was now able to commission an official scribe to record all of his accomplishments for all time.
History was enabled. But, as is true today, recorded history is not always factual. As is true today, recorded history favors the recorder; for this reason, it is always recommended that, when researching historical events, historical personalities, read from the perspective of all entities involved.
What you will generally find is no one claims to be the bad guy, no one accepts fault, only offer defenses and justification for their actions. All claim to have been acting in the best interest of their people, and more importantly, all was carried out in “God’s name. ” Well, in their God’s name at least, considering there have been an estimated twelve thousand God’s worshipped on the rock.
Also, while these fledgling communication tools were not interchangeable from one tribe to another, their simplicity and repetitive characteristics allowed one EBH tribe to adequately learn another tribe’s language without too much difficulty.
And so it was, EBH could effectively, and meaningfully dialogue with EBH and thus enabled a myriad of social interactions such as trading of goods, sharing of ideas, establishment of cooperatives that would allow public works projects mutually benefiting multiple tribes.
All was well and good. But the EBH was not content. Not at all content.
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