The "Recent"? ...Surf on back ten thousand years… And find we're making magic beer*! We've barely a clue what's happened to here! You can bet that the truth is bizarre, strange, and queer!
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Now, away, "hangin' ten," to the start of the Pleistocene. This few million years—time lost in a fever dream—in a past long remote, Cenozoic, our theme, where We're struck by a comet and broiled to steam!
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The Pliocene mutters from five million suns... The Miocene rates twenty-two million runs... Oligocene's three-seven proves time marches on... And Eocene at five & three? ...Time surfing's ...fun that stuns!
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The Cenozoic's Paleocene was the end of a beginning. The Earth herself was smashed apart to earn us extra innings. The rock was mixed with water and the World set different spinning, and good for us that glaciers moved without the Earth condemning.
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Sixty times a million years, add five to square small worry. Discussed to here are epochs that began this yearly scurry. Now measure in vast periods—they're more a yearly hurry! The years rush back much faster in a numbing yearly flurry!
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The *Meso* is Cretaceous, a Jurassic, and Triassic. Two Hundred million some odd years—our understanding's flaccid. There were animals there living, then, confounding the fantastic, that will turn a listless student to a history fanatic!
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Only halfway there to real old stuff ... The Paleozoic is as old as enough... At millions (six hundred!) it's as old as the bluffs! It is here's said beginnings of our skin, lungs, and guts!
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Permian, Carbon, Devonian periods … you've surfed through the moments of time. Silurian, Ordovician, and Cambrian periods... ...pummel and hammer your rhyme. Prior to the Cambrian, there was only primal slime! It's been a real ordeal for YOU; see, t'was your tremendous climb!
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And that's the point, you see, …or why perform the exercise? What's at this "end" is you, and at this end? You overspecialize. You are fearful of what's different, you are sprung to over-criminalize, so dependant on the man that you've forgotten how to criticize.
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Half a billion scary years... ...and it's all come down to you! You're here and heat their water and THEY know you're real; it's true. And thinking on your own is what will really steam their stew! See, you open up your eyes and then—get hard as hell to screw!
Nope—you and I have no idea what really occurred as early as, Sweet Jesus, probably fifty years ago I'll betcha; the historical record has been that distorted! That contrived. That made up.
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This is in contrast to the learned pontifications of a mal-educated and effete lawyerly elite who peer down aristocratic noses in self-involved pique at the self-actualizing and self-educating wandering wonderer (you and me), pronouncing him or her "unrefined, unrealized, and intellectually unwashed." Unfit, even, for the knowledge... of which they'd avail themselves... yeah... like you could trust anyone but yourself to make that call for you.
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Uh... Anyone care to consider what's really going on? You can bet that it's not what you think—it's not what _I_ think! It's certainly not what they think...
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We walk away from some of the biggest and most far-reaching debates conceivable, fellow motes! We don't investigate the clamoring "uncomfortable", and that could mean the degeneration of us.
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We don't cop to our individual responsibility, and that could mean the destruction of us!
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We don't consider the big picture, and that will be the death of us!…
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...And all of this because we have been rewriting, or burning outright, the real history as we went along. We are a culture of prevarication born of convenience and living in intellectual squalor, presently, as a result! Our watchers must retch!
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This is in contrast to the learned pontifications of a mal-educated and effete lawyerly elite who peer down aristocratic noses in self-involved pique at the self-actualizing and self-educating wandering wonderer (you and me), pronouncing him or her "unrefined, unrealized, and intellectually unwashed." Unfit, even, for the knowledge... of which they'd avail themselves... yeah... like you could trust anyone but yourself to make that call for you.
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Uh... Anyone care to consider what's really going on? You can bet that it's not what you think—it's not what _I_ think! It's certainly not what they think...
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We walk away from some of the biggest and most far-reaching debates conceivable, fellow motes! We don't investigate the clamoring "uncomfortable", and that could mean the degeneration of us.
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We don't cop to our individual responsibility, and that could mean the destruction of us!
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We don't consider the big picture, and that will be the death of us!…
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...And all of this because we have been rewriting, or burning outright, the real history as we went along. We are a culture of prevarication born of convenience and living in intellectual squalor, presently, as a result! Our watchers must retch!
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The "watchers" ... an alternate sentient fruit of the unbracketed time, virtually unending space, reader, forgetting the near infinite amount of surface area that this implies? These "Others" shall not be dismissed out of hand!
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So ...Surf *time* from beyond a half billion years until the current moment! See, where that time-wave of time crashes to a tortured current shore? There's you.
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You go way, way... ...way back in an unbroken gestational line... ...and lately science says you may have the code for all that existence and experience in your *junk* DNA... read that again. ...All of your DNA.
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You're a message in a bottle, reader! Every single cell of the body its own little flask of eternity. What wondrous libraries we all might carry, each of us a little quantum archives like a galactic Alexandria... a repository of all that has gone before. Truth as one finds it, lost, found again, repressed, rediscovered... out.
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So ...Surf *time* from beyond a half billion years until the current moment! See, where that time-wave of time crashes to a tortured current shore? There's you.
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| ...How long ago is a long time ago? |
You go way, way... ...way back in an unbroken gestational line... ...and lately science says you may have the code for all that existence and experience in your *junk* DNA... read that again. ...All of your DNA.
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You're a message in a bottle, reader! Every single cell of the body its own little flask of eternity. What wondrous libraries we all might carry, each of us a little quantum archives like a galactic Alexandria... a repository of all that has gone before. Truth as one finds it, lost, found again, repressed, rediscovered... out.
...And able to perhaps access that library alluded to I've read... ...with a little help from our friends and precursors, the plants as it turns out... you know... those things evolving us to spread their seeds around, an experiment on their part perhaps gotten a little out of hand, a little?
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Crick did... discovering that self-same DNA double helix in a psychedelic soupcon... Others have plumbed those same sub-microscopic indices to similar discoveries. Why, some worthies suspect that the internet itself is born of the similar communications possible with plants and sundry fungi.
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What conjectured other beings must house in their own libraries... eh? I wonder what manner of plant spoke to them... invented them...
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Read on.
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*Beer with a psychedelic component...
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"I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. What others see from
afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the
fundamentalist's stake, retching with the watchers, and at about as far
from his beginning... ...as you are from yours. Restore John Ford to begin an atonement.±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±
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Crick did... discovering that self-same DNA double helix in a psychedelic soupcon... Others have plumbed those same sub-microscopic indices to similar discoveries. Why, some worthies suspect that the internet itself is born of the similar communications possible with plants and sundry fungi.
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What conjectured other beings must house in their own libraries... eh? I wonder what manner of plant spoke to them... invented them...
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Read on.
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*Beer with a psychedelic component...
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"I cleave the heavens and soar to the infinite. What others see from
afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, while burning at the
fundamentalist's stake, retching with the watchers, and at about as far
from his beginning... ...as you are from yours. Restore John Ford to begin an atonement.±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±±
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