From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com> Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 06:40:51 -0500 Fwd Date: Sat, 17 Apr 1999 16:47:18 -0400 Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #299 Apology to MW #299 (For April 17, 1999) Before the *grand* Greeks, I was taught we were _primitive_. Shallow and dim we'd ascended from time -- a shiny black line in an unbroken chain of them that were backward to us more refined. The Greeks were so golden -- attractive *false* gods, *invented* philosophy . . . cast ethics abroad. Like THEY were the sun source, the knee of the bee, the lovers of knowledge, and wisest you see. From _them_ we've *descended* (?), to orbit the sun, to wander the planets -- our journey begun. _Theirs_ (?) was the sharpness, the vision -- the clarity? It's a thought may define a derisive hilarity! _Theirs_ (?) were the roots of the mind that we measure, a high water mark (?) for a pride that we treasure? "Forgive those fine Greeks the mistakes that they made," my teachers all said so they all could get _paid_. "Before _them_ was ignorance as wide as a river with witches and fairies and magic embroiled. The Greeks gave us _reason_ to focus our talents and look at the wonders our culture has toiled . . . "! Well, _perhaps_, they're digressing, and missing the point. Perhaps it's their outlook's askew -- out of joint. Perhaps -- not _advancing_, Greeks side stepped their issues, and used a cognition as _thin_ as bath tissue. Their age was not golden, but reflecting the light of that which _proceeded_ a cognitive blight that is found in a student of Plato, I'm taught -- who's the "source of our reason, our ethics, and thought." And _his_ was a view that, to us, made more sense -- that we were the *top*, we're _Humans_, and since we _are_ at the "top" and the "crown of creation" (the center of spheres made in crystal gestation), that we've earned a _right_ to be special, aloof, that we _are_ the favorites of *God* in *His* *truth*. Before this, *we're taught*, we were lawless and primitive; blood, tooth, and claw was our _shameful_ derivative. Mankind was lost, and he dwelled in dank caves; he was brutal and shiftless -- and he stank a foul way? The *beauty* of chivalry (?) was yet to be born, and man was untamed and immoral -- forlorn. His knowledge was faulty, and likely all wrong, his plentiful ignorance was stridently strong. Thank god for the Greeks (?), and the thoughts that they had? Our beginnings were Greek (?), before _that_ we were mad? Never brought up (?) -- that they copied their stories from a dim hoary past they forgot (to dodge fear?). They spun what they copped to, dismissing the rest as the ranting of those they refused but to hear. Man had _old_ knowledge the Greeks thought was _wrong_; the musings of primitives, they thought all along. How could _these_ know that the sun was self-centered, and how could these _know_ that the planets were there? How could these _know_ that a belt of crushed rock existed past Mars towards Jupiter, mon frere? How did these _know_ the true colors of planets; Neptune _was_ green, and Uranus _was_ blue. How did these _know_ of their similar nature, components of water -- near _twins_ they are (?), TRUE! Primitive man had the facts made forgotten by him who would spin a coarse weave of proud lies. *Primitive* man knew the facts of the cosmos compelling humility the Greeks don't provide! Lost in the drifts of our hoary old time is the proof of anomaly, fearsome -- sublime, that too long ago in an eon dimmed past there were _Giants_ on Earth, and they made their time last. Most will fall short and pretend it was God, but it slept with our daughters, and it gave them a prod, and these were our Mothers created to WORK -- not to worship or fawn, and be less than alert. These Giants crave LABOR t'would further their ends, and we were a _means_, so they _used_ us, my friend, in a manner that taught us some stuff that they knew about planets, and systems, and _craft_ they flew, too! All this was lost, then, for thousands of years! The Greeks put it down as the proof of their fear, and then left us traditions for systems (Earth centered) that lasted too long, so they stunted, and hindered. These are the records as writ by Sumerians from ages on back to a time . . . lost --mysterious. These are the thoughts that we run from today, that we are unblessed -- could be flushed _straight_ away by the first cosmic strike (a galactic elite?) that may come from a planet still craving our heat! Written in clay, it is clear and decipherable, beyond mere coincidence the things that they _knew_ that they wrote down for _us_ in their wedge pokes, and slashes that we've disregarded, or laughed at -- it's TRUE! Lehmberg@snowhill.com How _could_ they know? Restore John Ford! -- Ponder the Wit & Wisdom of Ching Chow! View "Unstill Life" -- Animation . . . and more. Consider Matter, Mind & Movement. See the current HTML "Apology to MW" with illustration. Take a ride in the Teleporter. Explore "Alfred Lehmberg's Alien View" at his Fortunecity URL. http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/arecibo/46/ <Updated 2 April> John Ford Restoration Fund -- Send your checks and money orders to _me_, Alfred Lehmberg (cut out the lawyers, they got their's) at: 304 Melbourne Drive, Enterprise AL, 36330. Strict records kept. $350.00 pledged -- $150.00 collected! "I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, burned at the fundamentalist's stake.
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