Recently, Luis Augusto Garcia Rosado, minister of tourism for the Mexican state of Campeche, said new evidence has emerged "of contact between the Mayans and extraterrestrials, supported by translations of certain codices, which the government has kept secure in underground vaults for some time."
Some time.
He also spoke of "landing pads in the jungle that are 3,000 years old." Being of somewhat sensitive nature, I became immediately alert for fabulous beasts. I do not know if these codices acknowledge any. They might. Nor do I know what Sr. Rosado meant by "some time". His government must have secured these documents at some specific date, and I am told by mathematicians that one may subtract such a date from the current calendar and get a specific span. I have used this trick to find out how old I am (you can too, amaze your friends!).
One is left with two possibilities: no one thought to date materials in these vaults; no one has made up a date yet. Of the two possibilities, the former is least certain. Underground vaults are dark and it's hard to see what one ought to be writing. The date could be illegible. If there was a lot of cataloguing, repetition may have run to carelessness, much as most people's signatures have degenerated into lines of L's or M's. My own has been described as an ampersand convulsing into a squirrel. Second possibility puts us on firmer ground. It also directs us to our fabulous beast.
It actually does live in a vault, the cranial vault --very dark in there. I have included an artist's rendering of this beast (see above) --not because of any shortage of photographs but because artists' renderings of fabulous beasts are customary and more believable than photographs. This creature sits motionless, all huddled up alone with its parts tucked in. My guess is it's some kind of frog.
One might ask what it does in its cramped and unlit cell. Oh, it sometimes casually mentions 3000-year-old landing pads to stimulate tourism, but it does much more. It dreams, performs grand magic, loves, learns, calculates, plans and remembers. It transforms itself into whole worlds, travels the stars, makes wishes come true. One might also conclude, and rightly, that it is the prime fabulist from which all fabulous beasts spring.
There are those who will dismiss the prime fabulist as nonsense, who say there is no such creature. These people are called skeptics, and I can only suggest they get their heads examined. I'm a skeptic myself and that's how I found the thing.
" It dreams, performs grand magic, loves, learns, calculates, plans and remembers. It transforms itself into whole worlds, travels the stars, makes wishes come true. One might also conclude, and rightly, that it is the prime fabulist from which all fabulous beasts spring."
ReplyDeleteHow perfect to write this vision on the occasion of Steve Job's death. He wrote earlier: "Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."
Speak of prime fabulist! Thank you!
Thanks Will. Mr. Jobs certainly left the world changed, better-equipt to move forward despite all the oppressive forces assembled to produce the opposite effect. We were privileged to have him among us as long as we did.
ReplyDeleteThat fabled, primordial creature you describe and picture so fluently must have a mate. Or does it self divide? However the qualities that you attribute to it certainly sound like they were a result of extraterrestrial influence.
ReplyDeleteYour're right, DB. I should have used a drawing with eyeballs on optic nerve stalks, which are really part of the brain, but made it look too much like something from an old science fiction pulp cover.
ReplyDeleteI am returning to this once again, Geo (hello)... still contemplating and comprehending. I like this brain stretching. (Thank you.)
ReplyDeleteHello CarrieBoo! Thanks for reading my essay.
ReplyDeleteHave a SUPER week, Geo !
ReplyDeleteThanks Harry, I could use one. We could all use one. Have I just paraphrased Dickens' Tiny Tim? You have a SUPER week too!
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