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Fact: A species, humanoid or otherwise, will not persist without the reproduction, nurturing, the educating and indoctrinating of new generations in properly protecting, sustaining, advancing their given culture.
In every EBH tribe, there existed two genders. A male gender and a female gender. And through copulation of the male and female (yes,I must be specific here), a child EBH was conceived and delivered into life on the rock.
Now, female and male EBH, while different in general appearance, that is to say, the female was fairer than the male, with genitalia and a reproductive system specific to permit child conception and delivery, otherwise stood toe to toe, side by side, not only in conducting day to day labor, of any category, but also in protecting home and community.
Male and female EBH worked and played, struggled and accomplished, supported and encouraged one another through whatever came, not just in commitments as a domestic couple, but as equal members of a community, large or small.
These two distinct and independent EBHs had woke up together on this rock, and they would survive together on it. This fact just seemed to be an inherent understanding. It seemed once again whomever, whatever deposited this curious species onto their tiny rock, had considered every aspect of survivability; this had not been a random act, or some bizarre evolutionary process.
At one point the female EBH was held in an iconic position, with tribes commissioning statues in her honor. These flattering, towering bare breasted images attested to her undeniable standing in communities.
In some cultures, she was not restricted even in sexual activity.
The Etruscan woman, of a pre-Roman sophisticated Italian culture, for example, could participate in, engage in casual sexual trysts with whomever she pleased. Because these women prided themselves in physical fitness and impeccable appearance, they considered being seen nude by others, especially men, as a compliment, not as an embarrassment or disgrace.
The Etruscans are one of the first societies to flaunt open marriages. Wife sharing was a custom to them. They not only accepted many, many men onto their couches, the women raised any child that resulted out of their encounters, whether they could identify the biological father or not.
This custom would later come to be criticise even by the following Egyptian and Roman sex mongrels.
Other cultures would simply bestow the title of goddess upon their women, and commission a stone carver to produce an image worthy of her.
One of the most notable finds to date is a statuette of a possible goddess of fertility that dates back nine thousand years.
The find was in an ancient Turkish settlement called Çatalhöyük. The settlement is believed to have existed for longer than a millennium.
So, the question arises, was honoring the female, permitting her such privileges, extraordinary freedom, something the EBH came up with on their own, or was this behavior more subconscious encoding surfacing?
It was undeniable, the EBH female was an integral element in developing EBH society; and, in many instances her adoration shadowed that of the brute male.
In addition to, and in conjunction with her fertility status, as the child bearer, she was regarded as the true and only source of lineage.
Had she enjoyed that level of stature prior to finding herself Earthbound?
Within the tribes, she acquired education, held public office at all levels, served as a jurist, was a successful proprietor of business, and a land owner.
If her domestic relationship with her male partner dissolved, she was entitled to, and received her fair share of the couple’s joint holdings.
Because of this recognition, this acknowledgment and acceptance of gender equality, societies, tribes, alliances flourished in productivity, growth, and stature.
Global EBH was functioning at a one hundred percent level; both male and female actively engaged across the board, in every aspect of life. Neither gender was ruling over, undermining, exploiting the other.
All was right on the tiny rock.
But male EBH was not content. Not at all content.
Our EBH has somehow, someway come to exist on a tiny speck of a rock floating, spinning, orbiting a brilliant fireball, in what seemed like an endless void of a universe. And his questions remained: How? Why? When? And, by who’s hand? By what means?
The EBH does not know, and sadly, will never know. One of those eternal mystery things.
But assuming, just for grins and giggles, EBH was brought to this rock by, oh, let’s say parents, his people, a dying society, for his own good, his own safety, or perhaps, while we’re toying with ideas, perhaps brought here as an exile, to separate him from his culture for whatever reason, dropped into an uncharted, alien, albeit survivable wilderness, to fend for himself.
Whatever the case, either of these two, or any of an endless list of other possibilities, EBH should have quickly gotten over what he didn’t know, and focused on what he did know, what he saw before him: A survivable, real situation.
But that’s not what he did.
Instead, EBH opted to sear, to pout, to essentially behave as a neglected, abandoned child, throwing tantrums and breaking his toys, in this case, destroying and poisoning his only means of survival; the sustaining resources provided by his rock.
Maybe EBH remained angry because no note was left by Mommy, promising to return some day. Maybe he was frustrated because no instructions were left as how to best survive on a strange, unfamiliar rock.
More angering and frustrating could have been simply not knowing from where he came, or why he was left.
No map home. No number to phone home. Nothing.
EBH, simply woke up one day to find himself standing in the warmth of a brightly shinning sun, under trees laden with sweet fruits.
He walked through wild gardens of tasty vegetables growing in abundance.
He waded through clear flowing rivers teaming with nourishing 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 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 looked up as quenching rains 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 paradise.
If he was in fact “abandoned,” if he was in fact left to fend for himself, for a short period of time, or for all time, whoever, whatever transported, delivered, deposited him onto the surface of this rotating sphere, this speck in a vast void, could not have chosen a more supportive, sustaining rock.
But back to reality, because it was not just a matter of EBH not accepting his awakening in paradise; it was not just a matter of not bringing himself to simply embrace his good fortune. No. EBH harbored a deep seeded, all consuming obsession, compounded with a growing anger and an equally deeply seeded savagery.
EBH was not satisfied with being supported, nurtured, sustained by his rock, prison or not; and, on his Sun vanishing each evening, on the multitude of other rocks illuminating the black canvas that was a collection of universes, EBH only laid back and stared; stared, knowing somewhere among the twinkling space rocks he was looking upon was his true home.
Now, please recall I explained that all EBHs possess a conscious. That inner most self that distinguishes one EBH from all others.
But, 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, can claim to have knowledge of the humanoid conscious. Oh, many will claim such knowledge, but, that is their delusion.
The human conscious is as distinct and personal as finger prints. You may get a peek at one, but you’ll never see them all.
IF any “instructions,” guidance, 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 sub-conscious; 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. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s back up a bit.
I’m using EBH in the singular tense; it must be understood, however, that there were a multitude of EBH tribes scattered throughout the surface of the Earth.
Genetically speaking, all EBHs are the same; that is to say, all sport two legs, two arms, one head, one brain, etcetera, etcetera.
Some tribes enjoy variations to the basic theme, facial features mostly, height and skin tone others. But all possess the ability to think, create, and imagine. All possess a conscious.
Considering their similarities and differences, each individual tribe considered itself equal in standing with all other tribes, while embracing their own unique cultural differences; in many cases, tribal leaders touted their tribes as superior to others. Bigger, stronger, more powerful.
Were all tribes linked to the same magical, mystical origin in some way? Were all cast in the image of a single all mighty “creator?” There are many who speculate that is the case, just lack the evidence to prove their suspicions.
What is known is, again perhaps through the activation of encoded processes and embedded instructions, all EBH tribes began to develop socially. While some developed faster than others, all developed in simular ways.
For no man can rule a kingdom (or a tribe) without a clear 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, by some inherent “knowledge,” each tribe set to accomplish a universal task.
Utilizing creativity and imagination, each EBH tribe created, tailored specifically to that tribe, variations of the basic “ugh.”
Through shifting inflections, variations in tones, high and low pitch, the universal ugh evolved into complex speech patterns.
Likewise, picking up sharpened stones and flat sandstone, EBH created unique, complex, and often ornamental scribblings; individual scribblings combined in sets came to represent a tribesman name, and 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 expand their languages and vocabularies, many others still use a very basic, essentially unchanged 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 built meaningful circles of friends and formed 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 it is today, recorded history was not always factual. As it is today, recorded “history” is selective in content, embellished, and very slanted to favor the EBH being honored.
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.
This is the first in what I hope is a mind tingling series extracted from, and intended as a Prelude to a greater work to be published later this year.
It could be crudely aligned with classic Shakespearean tragedies, that is to say no one survives, there are no true heroes, the women are degraded and exploited, lies and deception are at every turn, with greed and self-glorification being the very foundation of the tale. But the sad truth is, this is not a fictional tale at all.
This is an actual tragedy being played out in real time, day in and day out. Ongoing. Non-stop. Undeniable by anyone. Inescapable by no one.
It is the actual tragedy of what has evolved as the pathetic, hapless human man, from here forth referred to as the Earthbound Human (EBH).
The EBH would not be hapless at all were it not for one driving, all consuming issue. He is plagued by an obsession; an obsession, I suspect, driven more out of fear than curiosity.
Yes, fear. For whatever the EBH may feel, whatever he may claim to be, he is consumed by unshakeable, bone chilling fear.
This gripping fear, you see, is what drives the EBH in his obsession with his origin and, therefore, his true purpose.
So driven is he about learning where he came from, why he is here, on this floating space rock, who placed him on this rock, his mind conjures up, fabricates, even causes delusional scenarios of his coming to be Earthbound.
In reality, the origin of this tiny, fragile man, even the origin of his tiny floating rock, which he has cleverly dubbed Earth, is inconsequential to his existence at all.
For the facts, the truths, the sequence of events, the interventions of whoever, whatever, which led to, not only his, but all creatures coming to co-exist on this Earth, whether it involved a magical, mystical glorious creator of all things great and small, whether it involved a life form creating celestial big bang, whether it involved the biological evolution of a single celled organism that first threaded water, then walked ashore, or whether it involved a miniacal space traveller named Scotty, knowledgeable in transporter technology, that information has never been, is not now, nor will ever be accessible/available to the simpleton, the undisciplined, the reckless and irresponsible EBH.
A quick reflection on this creature, this Earthbound humanoid curiosity.
He is but one of many, many interesting creatures, lifeforms calling this floating space rock home. And while it is generally acknowledged that he possesses the ability to reason, it is also generally accepted that he tends to grossly misuse that skill.
Also, while he is only one of an unknown number of species that benefits from the ability to “think,” he favors an affinity towards using creativity and imagination, both surreal and illogical processes, almost to a fault.
Not much else is known about his existence at all, other than he may or may not be the only Earthbound creature who possesses an independent, personalized, individualized conscious, what he has come to call a soul.
Important note, the EBH fancies himself as the sole reigning, master of his floating rock, but only because no other humanoid lifeform(s) has/have presented to prove him hopelessly wrong, or challenge his declaration of supremacy (to date, that is).
This is interesting because the EBH is one of the most physically, emotionally, biologically, and chemically sensitive, and therefore fragile, creatures on his rock. Millions upon millions of EBHs terminate annually due to physical trauma, a myriad of diseases and physiological disorders, and sheer self-destruction through a myriad of ingenious methods including ingestion, injection, and inhalation of life ending substances. Millions upon millions more are not terminated, but permanently disabled, rendered useless to society.
But the most fascinating and prevalent method of terminating millions of EBHs is with high velocity muskets. These pop guns project a metal ball that tears through human flesh like it was paper, splintering bones, and damaging major, life sustaining internal organs.
EBH on EBH violence.
And so, it’s with this brief introduction that I hope to offer you a thought provoking break from drinking establishments, iron man work out sessions, funny cat videos. I trust, as loyal and dedicated “friends,” colleagues, family, that you’ll not only read, but share my words with your connections and circles. Remember, we all enjoy different tastes; what may not be your cup of tea, just may be honey to another. Each new posting will offer an aggressive prospective of this suffering, disillusioned, misguided creature. Please stay with me.