Id Est

 

 

The Saint awakes one moring and decides to search for Truth. It is not an enviable task, in this day & age, but he has been selected by fate, he reasons, and so he persists. He immediately contacts the intelligence community and acquires all the latest equipment in electronic surveillance. It is a long drawn out and thankless task.

The years come and go, blowing by like chaff in the wind.  Finally, he realizes that there must have been some mistake and he regretfully resigns his position.  As for a successor — he advertised in the papers but there were no takers. He, therefore, decides to write about his adventure in a long-winded monograph which was never published.

The paper’s conclusion: ‘Observe the survivors & learn.’

 

 

 

 

6.10 (III) (19:4)

#304

Mythomania

Mythomania

 

Gwalstoe, as he called himself, was the first certified case of dementia mythos (mythomania in layman’s terms) since the days of the pre-Socratic Greeks.

Considered dangerous by the authorities, he was compelled to register his mind as a weapon. He was brought to those of the medical profession who were considered to be the best in their fields yet the only responses they could elicit from the fellow were such statements as:

  • “You will die but the songs about you will live forever;”
  • “Much of the confusion of life is stilled when you realize that you are your father,”

and the like.

The treatment proceeded in this manner until he was declared incurable, and, as a menace to society, the next step was incarceration.  He was placed in the deepest  & darkest pit available for solitary confinement, yet still his myths poured forth.  (No attempt proved fruitful at stemming the dreadful flow.  The guards had to be especially outfitted with waxen earplugs that their sanity might be preserved. All the residents within the surrounding area were evacuated to emergency shelters in church basements. And school auditoriums and the surrounding countryside was declared a disaster area.)

Realizing the futility of this all (and cognizant of the bad press they were receiving) the authorities released Gwalstoe, now old and emaciated, on the proviso that he spend his remaining days wandering in the desert and the other barren areas of the Earth.

Now, all this happened long, long ago, or many years hence-forward, (I forget exactly which), but let me tell you that even today if you listen ever so closely to those sand-filled winds that now and again blow from the South, you can sometimes hear Gwalstoe’s faint voice crying,

“I AM THE SOUND OF THOSE SONGS NEVER SUNG.”

The Lament

 

The Lament:  The Last Words of the Last Speaker of the Proto-Indo-European Language

 

“… the Sanskrit language, whatever its antiquity, is of a wonderful structure; more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin, and more exquisitely refined than either, yet bearing to both of them a strong affinity, both in the roots of verbs and forms of grammar, than could possibly have been produced by accident; so strong, indeed, that no philologer could examine them all three, without believing them to have sprung from some common source, which, perhaps, no longer exists.”

– William Jones (1786)

“… we will term Indo-European any language which at any time whatever, and however altered, is a form taken by this ancestor language, and which thus continues by an uninterrupted tradition the usage of the Indo-European.”

– Antoine Meillet (philologer)

“The total number of speakers of all Indo-

European languages amounts to approximately half the population of the earth.”

– Calvert Watkins (1971)

 

So Spoke the Sage:

“There is a land called Hap-Kaptah where monoliths, square in plan with triangular sides, called Pyramids, loom above the desert  sands.

“There is a region, crescent in formation, between the Tigris and the Euphrates, where Cities rise in profusion and the fields are watered by a system of mighty channels. This is called Mesopotamia.

“There is an island in the midst of the Mediterranean housing a culture that records it achievements – and these are many – in hieroglyphs. It is called Krete.

“There is a place of the Rising Sun, in this great land mass called Asia, where the warriors of wandering tribes mount a beast called the horse.

“Then there is Europe, Land of the Setting Sun, of which little is known. Whether this is an abode of the gods, a habitat of man, or neither, is uncertain.

“There is a region of Cities to the East, called Mohenjo Daro, whose people cultivate a soft, white fiber, cotton, into order to weave it into clothing.

“There is a culture called the Sumerian which has made pottery making into an Art and where the Priests write in curious, wedge-shaped symbols. They have also developed a method by which a metal called bronze is extracted from rock, through a magical process, and is twisted into all sorts of wonderful implements.

“There are lands where wondrous things called wheels and arches exist.

“There is a region that is ruled by but one God.

“There are cultures where there is an Art by the name of Astronomy and a Science called Astrology.

“There are cultures where strange beasts are made tame and where wood is carved into strange and peculiar shapes and structures.

“There are islands where magic rules; where men never age; and where women remain forever virgins.

“Yes, there are many lands to behold under the Heavens and of all, only ours will be forgotten.

“We have been conquered over and again. Our Cities remain charred and despoiled. Our monuments eroded by the sands of time. No markings shall remain. Where we tread there shall be no tracks.

“Those of us who have been left unharmed, and indeed, we are few in number, die of plague and the pestilence. Woe be our name. It would have been better had we never existed.

“In the dark aeons to come there shall be no remembrance of us by those who follow, if there be any.”

Thus Spoke the Sage.

And he spoke this all in a tongue that one day would be known as Proto-Indo-European.

The Interregnum

The Interregnum

 

One of the stranger customs of  the Technocracy was to be   found in the institution of the   Interregnum whereby a randomly   chosen commoner would    assume, for the span of one   diurnal cycle, the trappings  of   the   Office   of   the   Ahldon.

This   pseudo-king,  of    course,   would be executed  immediately  at solar setting since it would have profaned the Office for the commoner  to  take  his  former  place   in   the realm  of   things.

During  the  reign  of  the one  called  The   Dey,   Jahanqir,   the   court eunuch,    was   selected   by the thinking machines.       Events   transpired  in a most curious  manner  for  the  Dey,   himself,   died during  the allotted  span and the whole of the Technocracy   was   thrown    into    chaos.

Since  Jabanqir  held  the  reigns  of  power he decided to  excercise  them  to   the   fullest. His    reign    lasted    some    two     hundred forty-seven years.  Being   singularly   free of evil  and  strife  it  was  later  dubbed the PAX IAHANQIRUM.

Historians still disagree as to  the cause of the aforementioned effect.

To my way of thinking,  Harkoum  in his SHYP OF FOLYS puts it best:

“Jahanqir conceded to me his secret during the last days of his life, ‘My son, the technique is a simple one. It rests upon the observation that all things in the Universe spin, though they spin at vastly differing rates.’”

 

2.11 (40:4) #649

The Geomancers

The Geomancers

 

When they had mastered the understanding of the Heavens (including the process by which the Sun is destroyed, each evening, after it sets), the Geomancers turned their eyes to this world.  They began to, largely, concern themselves with the intersection of lines.  They probed the meaning hidden in the Angle, the Surface and the Solid.  (They created that word for the ratio of a circle to its periphery.)  And, for some time, they paid particular note to the Hyperbole, Parabola and the Ellipse.  Yet, in time, they stumbled upon (some call this chance, others prefer destiny), the four-sided Polygon.  They understood this to represent the conceptual unit of a quantum of energy.  They called it the Basic Structural Unit of the Universe and came to believe that all entities formed by the intersection of vectors could consist of no material other than the mathematics that they had devised.  And it was a thousand years after the death of the last Geomancer before this, too, would crumble into dust (though remnants are said to exist in those places yet untouched by the hand of Man).

The Mean Density of Human Knowledge

The Mean Density of Human Knowledge

 

Kybus, a man born under an evil star and during the blowing of an ill-wind, harbored the strange and some might say fated notion that the actions of man can be predetermined through the manipulation of the mathematical constants that govern the physical world.

For example, it is well known that   is the equation establishing the mass of a proton and, , determines its charge.  Just as every schoolboy knows that, , establishes the speed of the propagation of photons, and , describes the Hubble Constant for the expansion of the Universe.  Taken together with that formula establishing the mean density of the Universe, , these empirically verifiable quantities describe such things as the age of the Universe in atomic units, , and the number of particles comprising the totality of existence, , can  be easily determined.

In like manner, Kybus applied these very same numbers to the study of the human mind, thereby establishing the discipline of Applied Cosmology. After many years and considerable success (you may recall, he was among the first to predict the mass migration  of  the Xylanthrax into one of the more obscure reaches of the Cosmos), Kybus decided to peer into a single consciousness, his own cerebellum, applying the aforementioned method.

The results of these unexpectedly complex and lengthy calculations were later described in his NOTEBOOKS:

“He is with us; He is within us.”

1.10 (1) (43:4) #703

 

Memory, History, and Perception

 

In my researches I have come upon the Land of Orth which was fabled for the Tall Walls with which it was surrounded. I have found references to them in not less than a score of chronicles, histories, legends and the like.

The Four Books, for example, mentions the Walls no fewer than eight times, The Lost Art, eleven times, while The Hammer  possesses five such references.

Quantitatively, its height, width and other dimensions will never be precisely ascertained but it is generally agreed that the Land of Orth was rhomboid in shape and stretched from the shores of the Silver Sea to the Foothills of the Soundless Mountains. In contemporary reckoning, this would make it twice as large as the Empire of the Third Symbol, a size almost beyond comprehension .

Its population at one point touched eleven billion. The Walls, themselves. were said to range in height to an extreme of eighteen kilometers and a width of thirty, but sources vary widely. The method of construction by all accounts was said to be manual, aided only by primitive tools when available. It has been sung in ballads that the Tall Walls were constructed of silver, tin or lead but those claims have never been substantiated and seem unlikely in any event.

At the other extreme there are a few references to ‘earthworks’ and ‘towers of mud’.  However, no  less an authority than The Hollowed Moon specifically states that ‘cubes of granite’ a kilometer to a side were quarried out Of the mountains of the Eternal Night and literally dragged by the People of the South Wind to their intended resting Place. Every so often, one of these fabled quarries is said to  be rediscovered and the histories of the South Wind deal in great detail with their captivity and subsequent enslavement.

Throughout this disquisition I have purposely refrained from mentioning the often stated fact that The Walls have never been found, nor the slightest trace thereof. The usual argument that in the ensuing ages they have crumbled and eroded away due to a wide array of environmental and historical forces does not hold sway for me.

Am I to believe that this massive structure carried some fifteen miles in height and, perhaps, ten thousand in length and not a pebble of it yet remains? This I find to lie beyond the realm of rational thought!

To my knowledge, it has never been suggested that, in fact, they never even existed. I postulate this theory now: the Tall Walls were merely psychological barrier of existing only in the memory, history, and perception of the populace.

 

Author’s note:

An Empire Hidden in Words:                     

I discovered the civilization in the usual manner — through a thorough examination of Proto-lndo-European etymology.

 

I

 

 

Prologue to the Children of the Mind

 

Prologue to the Children of the Mind

The Children of the Mind construct a cross of seven flowers.

By day the flowers are removed by the authorities.

By night they are replaced by a cross of seven votives.

The votives are removed and subsequently replaced by seven crusts of bread.

These are removed and replaced by seven goblets of wine.

These are removed and replaced by seven drops of blood.  These are removed and replaced by seven wailings of the wind. These are removed and replaced by seven extirpated eyes.

These are removed and replaced by seven auditory impressions.

These are removed and replaced by seven intonations of the unconscious.

These are removed and replaced by seven mirrors of the other.

These are removed and replaced by seven swallowings of the sky.

These are removed and  replaced by seven breathings of a baby.

These are removed and replaced by seven minds of the children.

These are removed and replaced by seven Children of the Mind.

Mythomania

 

Mythomania

Gwalstoe, as he called himself, was the first certified case of dementia mythos (Mythomania in layman’s terms) since  the days of the pre-Socratic Greeks.

Considered dangerous by the authorities, he was compelled to register his mind as a weapon.  He was brought to those

of the medical profession. who were considered to be the best in their fields yet the only responses they could elicit from the fellow were such statements as:  “You will die but the songs about you will live forever;” “Much of the confusion of life is stilled when you realize that you ARE your father,” and the like.

The treatment proceeded in this manner until he was declared  incurable,  and, as  a menace to  society, the next step was incarceration.  He was placed in the deepest & darkest pit available for solitary confinement, yet still his myths poured forth.

(No attempt proved fruitful at stemming the dreadful flow.  The guards had to be especially outfitted with waxen ear plugs that their sanity might be preserved.  All the residents within the surrounding area were evacuated  to emergency shelters      in church  basements and school auditoriums and the surrounding countryside was declared a disaster area.

Realizing the futility of this all (and cognizant of the bad press they were receiving) the authorities released Gwalstoe, now old and emaciated, on the proviso that he spend his remaining days wandering in the desert and the other barren areas of the Earth.

with waxen ear plugs that their sanity might be preserved.  All the residents within the surrounding area were evacuated  to emergency shelters      in church  basements and school auditoriums and the surrounding countryside was declared a disaster area.

Realizing the futility of this all (and cognizant of the bad press they were receiving) the authorities released Gwalstoe, now old and emaciated, on the proviso that he spend his remaining days wandering in the desert and the other barren areas of the Earth.

Now, all this happened long, long ago, or many years henceforward, (I forget exactly which),  but let me tell you that even today if you listen ever so closely to those sand-filled winds that now and again blow from the South, you can sometimes hear Gwalstoe’s faint voice  crying,

 

 “I AM THE SOUND OF THOSE SONGS NEVER SUNG.”