I.T. – 1-11 – A New Model of the Universe


Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:

The part cannot understand itself without understanding the whole and its place in this whole. Therefore, to fully answer the question “What am I?”, one must first understand the Universe, and his place in this Universe.

Human civilization has evolved from the original diverse religious cosmologies to the one astrophysical-scientific cosmology, not without serious cruelty and pain. The time has come for your species to build a new model of the Universe, an OMNIscientific Cosmology, one that includes not only the physical sciences, but the biological and sociological sciences as well, since the person asking the question is a biological organism of a sociological entity, and he as well as his society are integral parts of the Universe.


“The OMNSCIENTIFIC COSMOLOGY, perfect!” he enthused, without knowing what he was so enthused about.

“Be forewarned, that to know this Omniscientific Cosmology is to know meaning and purpose, which are dangerous states of mind in a world driven by lust and greed, dangerous especially to yourself.”


Hypatia, who was stripped naked and flayed to death with tile shards and abalone shells by a religious mob in 415AD, appeared in his mind, then Giordano Bruno, who was burnt at the stake in 1600 after eight years of imprisonment and torture, both for espousing scientific cosmologies under the tyranny of religious cosmologies.


“But, in the case of the Omniscientific Cosmology, why would anyone wish me harm?”

“Because it is the most quintessential philosophy, and you will be their most quintessential enemy.”

“And who are ‘they’?”

“The Earth destroyers.”

“That would include Big Oil, Big Meat, Big Bucks, Big Drugs and Big Guns, just to name to top few. And you are launching me against them?”

“In a matter of speaking.”

“It’d be like striking a rock with an egg.”

“Great analogy.”

“Great suicide, more like.”

“Not necessarily.”

“How not?”

“By the egg becoming a child, one who can use a hammer, better yet, also a chisel.”

I am Raminothna,
the Fortunate and Called Upon,
at your service.

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
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http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
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http://www.HOPE-GEO.blogspot.com
http://www.ARConference.org

1-11 – A New Model of the Universe


Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:

The part cannot understand itself without understanding the whole and its place in this whole. Therefore, to fully answer the question “What am I?”, one must first understand the Universe, and his place in this Universe.

Human civilization has evolved from the original diverse religious cosmologies to the one astrophysical-scientific cosmology, not without serious cruelty and pain. The time has come for your species to build a new model of the Universe, an OMNIscientific Cosmology, one that includes not only the physical sciences, but the biological and sociological sciences as well, since the person asking the question is a biological organism of a sociological entity, and he as well as his society are integral parts of the Universe.


“The OMNSCIENTIFIC COSMOLOGY, perfect!” he enthused, without knowing what he was so enthused about.

“Be forewarned, that to know this Omniscientific Cosmology is to know meaning and purpose, which are dangerous states of mind in a world driven by lust and greed, dangerous especially to yourself.”


Hypatia, who was stripped naked and flayed to death with tile shards and abalone shells by a religious mob in 415AD, appeared in his mind, then Giordano Bruno, who was burnt at the stake in 1600 after eight years of imprisonment and torture, both for espousing scientific cosmologies under the tyranny of religious cosmologies.


“But, in the case of the Omniscientific Cosmology, why would anyone wish me harm?”

“Because it is the most quintessential philosophy, and you will be their most quintessential enemy.”

“And who are ‘they’?”

“The Earth destroyers.”

“That would include Big Oil, Big Meat, Big Bucks, Big Drugs and Big Guns, just to name to top few. And you are launching me against them?”

“In a matter of speaking.”

“It’d be like striking a rock with an egg.”

“Great analogy.”

“Great suicide, more like.”

“Not necessarily.”

“How not?”

“By the egg becoming a child, one who can use a hammer, better yet, also a chisel.”

I am Raminothna,
The Fortunate and Called Upon,
at your service.

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
http://www.facebook.com/Global_Anti-Hunting_Coalition
http://www.myspace.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.youtube.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
http://www.DearHomoSapiens.blogspot.com
http://www.HOPE-GEO.blogspot.com
http://www.ARConference.org

1-10 – To Conceive the Inconceivable


Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:

Another book that he has in his jeep was the Tao Teh Ching, 6th Century BC, by Lao Tzu. This copy was of Ching Dynasty vintage, in Chinese, and bore some water damage. It was also dog-eared. And on one of the dog-eared pages, there was a quatrain which he underscore in red. It said:

“Man accords his way to the Earth,
the Earth accords its way to the Sky,
the Sky accords its way to the Tao,
and the Tao simply is, according to its own Nature.”

The Tao is the “Way of the Cosmos” in Western lingo.

On the margin, in his own hand, he had written: “Therefore, if we could understand what this Tao is, we should know the optimal Way of Man!”

“Where’s this book from?” I asked him.

“Long story.”

“Are you in a hurry?”

We were at Lake Natron, which was pink with flamingos. There was a commotion earlier when a lone hyena came charging out of the bush and grabbed a chick. The pink rose up to the sky momentarily, then resettled, minus one chick. Nonetheless, peace was restored, and it felt timeless.

“Well, it happened when I was 5 years old. My father was a high level intellectual who was sought by the Communist government in China where I was born. If he got caught, it would be summary execution of the entire family – to eliminate any chance of revenge. My family escaped by boat down the Pearl River by moonlight. By dawn, we reached Cherng Jou, an offshore island of the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong. It was then it happened.”

“It was then what happened?”

“The boatman gave my father this very book.”


“Yes, but it doesn’t quite add up,” I said, though I knew the answer.

“What doesn’t it add up to?”

“Your emotional state.”

“What state is that?”

“You think about it more than philosophically, but as if it has something to do with your very own personal fate.”

“It just might.”

“In what way?”

“In such a way as to make my life a total failure.”

“Explain.”

“Well, the old man had a talk with my father on the boat, which my father told me about when I left Hong Kong for Canada at age 20 by plane. It has haunted me since then, and I’ve been failing them, so far.”

“How have you been failing them?”

“By having failed to conceive the Inconceivable.”

“The Inconceivable?”

“This Tao.”

“Why is it inconceivable?”

“Read the very first sentence of the book.”

“It says: ‘The Tao that can be told is not the true Tao.'”

“This pretty much slams the door on me, doesn’t it?”

“Apparently.”

“Plus, one of Lao Tzu’s followers said, ‘If one asks what the Tao is, and another answers, neither know it.’ This is a rock cast into the well after I had fallen into it.”

“This explains why the subsequent Taoists had maintained a certain silence, as if they knew it.”

“Well put, Raminothna, and thus the degeneration of Taoism from a school of philosophy into a house of sorcery, writing incantations and telling fortune.”

“So the boatman asked your father to tell you to conceive the Tao?”

“That’s right.”

“Didn’t he know that it was considered inconceivable?”

“He gave my father the key to solve the riddle.”

“And your father gave this key to you at the Hong Kong Kai Tak airport?”

“Exactly.”

“So, where is this key?”

He pointed where, only days ago, he pointed his gun. Of course I could see it clearly in his brain, but I wanted to draw it out of him. “Tell me about it,” I said.

“Well, the boatman, who was a Taoistic priest by the way, said that the key was in the quatrain itself.”

“Tell me this quatrain again.”

“Man accords his way to the Earth,
the Earth accords its way to the Sky,
the Sky accords its way to the Tao,
and the Tao simply is, according to its own Nature.”

“Before we get into it, what do you think of the current Way of Man?”

“Destructive.”

“How?”

“Our current trajectory leads directly to severe damage to the Biosphere, possibly to the extent of driving hundreds of thousands of known species to extinction, and perhaps millions of species still unknown. The tropical rainforest will turn to desert, and the ocean will be acidified to the point of losing 95% of its species, including all the marine mammals, major fish species and all corals. Need I say more?”

“So, this key. What form does it take?”

“Logic, I guess.’

“How so?”

“The boatman told my father that the key word in the quatrain is ‘Nature’, ‘that to which the Tao itself accords,’ he said to my father.”

“Logical.”

“And that the study of Nature is Science – all the sciences to be exact: Anthropology, Astronomy, Biology, Chemistry, Ecology, Geology, Physics, Psychology, Sociology…, to cover every aspect of Nature. He even coined a name for it.”

“Which is?”

“OMNI-SCIENCE, ‘Omni’ meaning ‘all-in-one’.”

“Spelled the same way as “omniscience” in the religious sense, except for the hyphon.”

“I have noticed.”

“Carry on.”

“Well, I have studied all the sciences, which explains why it took me five years, including summer school, to earn my B.Sc. But still, I’ve gone nowhere in this quest for the Tao. I have no idea what it is. In fact, I’ve long begun to doubt if it really even exists.”

“It exists.”

“How do you know? How can you be sure?”

“Because I know what it is.”

“You do?! Then pray tell!”

“I will. To help you conceive this Inconceivable Tao, then tell it to the world, is in large measure why I’m here. For this I have borne you a gift of peace, a book. The world can read all about what The Tao is, thus the optimal Way of Man.”

“Great, thank you! So where is this book? I want to read it.”

“It has yet to be written.”

“When is it going to be written?”

“As soon as YOU have written it.”

As if sharing his shock, the flamingos rose into the sky again. While he watched in awe, a tear fell from his eyes.

“Why are you crying?” I asked him.

“I was just thinking of the boatman. I have wronged him for doubting him. Especially given the way he died.”

“How did he die?”

“Something my father has been sad about ever since. The boatman was going back to China. After he had dropped us off in Cherng Jou, he was about to set sail back the way he came, when my father asked him to please not tell anyone where we had gone. He said to my father to not be concerned, that the future of the world would rest on my discovery of the Tao, and that he would never jeopardize it by endangering me. It was then my father said something he had regretted saying for the rest of his life.”

“What did he say?”

“He said, ‘They can make anyone talk. Please be careful.'”

“And?”

“And the boatman said to not worry. He would give a guarantee that he would never talk. Just please get the kid to conceive the Inconceivable, for the sake of Man and the world.”

“What kind of a guarantee?”

“He sailed the boat out a few hundred yards, then scuttled it.”

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
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A.M. on [Hunters Now The Hunted]


The following article depicts the killing of three poachers in the Kaziranga Nation Park, Assam, India, and no doubt, there will be those who bemoan placing animals over humans.

I’ve been to the Serengeti National Park in Tanzania, Africa, in its hey days (1979), and worked at the Bandhavgarh, Kanha and Ranthambhore National Parks in India, Asia, and have personally experienced the tragic poaching loss at Bandhavgarh NP of the tigress Sita and her cubs whom I had observed for two seasons (1997-1998). My own conclusion is that using lethal force is the last line of defence for saving the endangered species in both countries, and numerous others.

Rhinos of all species, and tigers for that matter, are critically endangered, to protect which we have to address 3 sides: medicinal use, poaching and trophy hunting. All three must be addressed. Rhino horn in medicinal use we have pretty much beaten to death, while rhino trophy hunting is practically ignored. This article addresses poaching, which is so rampant it is hot news. Where the protection of endangered species is concerned, we have indeed withdrawn to this last line of defense.

To those still saying that rhinos are “mere animals” and the poachers are humans, I ask them what they would say about how to deal with armed bank robbers, especially those who have already fired shots. If they say that it is justifiable for lethal force to be used by police, then, they are putting money over human lives, the robbers being humans?

In the same analogy, national parks are like banks of wildlife, and poachers are armed bank robbers.

Some will still say that under no circumstance is it justified to take human lives, except in war. I say that where saving endangered species is concerned, we are at war.

Anthony Marr

http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/features/hunters-now-the-hunted/story-e6frg6z6-1226232815327

Hunters now the hunted
BY: SIAN POWELL
From: The Australian
December 30, 2011 12:00AM

IT was after midnight when the patrolling forest guards first saw them. Five poachers crouching in the jungle, tense and braced for trouble, ready to slaughter a rhino in one of India’s premier national parks. They had crept in from the north as the monsoon floodwaters ebbed, willing to risk death for the rhino’s precious horn.

The guards lifted their rifles and the night exploded in a hail of bullets. Two of the poachers were killed outright; two escaped, running into the night. The remaining survivor was gravely injured, shot in the leg and in the shoulder. He fled alone, crashing through the dense vegetation, leaving a blood trail like a wounded beast.

It seems he had no shoes, or maybe he lost them somewhere in the jungle, but he ran for at least an hour, the guards close behind him. When they caught up with him, they shot him dead. Photographs of his corpse show a lean and muscular young man with a pleasant face, wearing a T-shirt and pale blue jeans.

He and two of his companions paid the ultimate price for hunting protected animals. Killed in late September in Kaziranga National Park in the northeast state of Assam, their bodies have yet to be claimed.

A remote state in a region sandwiched between China, Burma, Bhutan and Bangladesh, Assam is a bloody battleground in the world’s poaching wars.

Last year, the officers working in the state’s protected forests, including Kaziranga, were given immunity from prosecution if they killed suspected poachers inside park boundaries.

“They come to kill and they get killed,” one guide says with satisfaction.

Forest ranger Atiqur Rahman led the team that gunned down the three poachers. He insists the poaching gang started that particular fight, spotting the guards and firing a single shot. Rahman has been in the job for two years or so, and last year he led another patrol into the central range and four poachers were shot dead. He says rangers mostly have no choice about firing. It is difficult for them to know how many guns poachers are carrying and how willing they are to use them. But no one can remember a forest guard being killed by a poacher.

The young man they shot as he tried to flee may have been armed, Rahman says, with a shrug. “My staff didn’t know, but after they shot him, then they knew he had no gun.”

Kaziranga is home to a thriving population of rare one-horned rhinos, animals smaller than the African rhino, but very aggressive, and happy to chase Jeeps and headbutt them, bite rangers and charge almost anyone or anything. Rhinos aren’t afraid of much and the poachers use their aggression against them.

A noise or a disturbance will catch the attention of a targeted rhino, which will lower its head, ready to charge. The poacher will then shoot it through the skull. The poaching gang will then race to hack off the beast’s horn with an axe. If the shot has been heard, the poachers usually have only about 15 minutes. They often take an ear, or a toenail, as well, as proof that the horn is genuine. Occasionally the shot is botched and the beast survives, hornless, for a short while before dying.

More than 2200 endangered one-horned rhinos live in Kaziranga’s lush grasslands, grazing amicably with water buffalo, deer and wild elephants. Rhino calves are sometimes killed by the park’s tigers, but the most threatening predator for the one-horned rhino is a man with a rifle.

Sold mostly to Chinese buyers, the horn is a valuable commodity. Wealthy Chinese consumers believe it has unique health-giving properties. Poachers can earn thousands of dollars for a few days’ work. Assam is one of the poorer Indian states, with an average per capita income of about 30,000 rupees a year, less than $560. A rhino horn represents enormous, impossibly tempting wealth.

The divisional forest officer in charge of Kaziranga, D. D. Gogoi, is in charge of the battle against poachers, and he is annoyed by the suggestion they should be given more of a chance to surrender before being shot dead. Sitting in his office in the Assamese town of Bokakhat, he wants to make it clear that rangers and forest guards who shoot at poachers are entirely within their rights.

“Here officers use arms when performing their duties,” he says. “The arms are provided by law. When there’s a shoot-out, we are performing our duty. Sometimes that kind of encounter is wrongly interpreted. If someone is there to experience the situation, it’s quite difficult, you know; it’s a do-or-die situation.”

Anyway, he adds, many poachers are not killed but detained, pointing out 14 were arrested last year. He declines to produce statistics of poacher deaths.

When Assam’s Forest Minister Rockybul Hussain arrived to open the park in late October, Gogoi was in anxious attendance. Hussain, too, says there is no problem killing poachers –it is entirely legal. This is a widely held point of view around Kaziranga, where rhinos are popular with the wealthy tourists whose presence in Assam is a blessing for many in the local economy.

Poachers have been feeling the pressure. In a formal ceremony in October, 25-year-old Jogendra Sahro handed over a Lee Enfield .303 rifle to Kaziranga’s forest guards, declaring he wouldn’t hunt rhinos again. A member of the Mishing tribe, who mostly earn a living by fishing and labouring, Sahro lives in a leaf-thatched hut just outside the park.

As the trumpeting of wild elephants fills the air he admits to killing one rhino (the reality, apparently, is more like five). With his friend, 30-year-old Sukdeo Kutum, also a Mishing man, he negotiated a complicated deal years ago with some Naga hunters from Nagaland, an Indian state on the Burmese border. He was given the rifle but failed to produce any rhino horn, and he says that he was eventually held hostage by the Naga for six days while Kutum brought a rifle — a sort of ransom — to Nagaland. The Naga are fierce warriors and hunters (and, last century, headhunters). Many of the poachers killed in Kaziranga are thought to be Naga, including two of the three killed in September. The third, who ran away before being killed, was probably a low-caste Assamese hired as a guide.

Some Assamese say the Naga will kill anything that moves, which is why there is nothing much left to hunt in their own state, “Nothing, no birds, nothing,” one guide says angrily.

The poachers who frequent Kaziranga are almost without exception hunting for rhinos, although the park is also home to a thriving population of Bengal tigers, and tiger bones are also valuable on the blackmarket.

Sahro shrugs. “We are facing a lot of troubles,” he says. “The Naga are after us. But we are totally cut off from them.”

He explains that when a horn is taken, the profits are split 50-50, half for the Naga, half for the guides. The horn, he says, could be sold for “five lakhs”, 500,000 rupees, more than $9000. But some suggest this is wishful thinking, that guides would be paid by the day, perhaps about 50,000 rupees, more than $900.

Neither Sahro nor Kutum have any idea of why the horn is so valuable, nor what it is used for. They don’t really care. Neither can read or write and they are mostly concerned about how to to feed themselves and their families.

Kutum has three children, and a cloud of gloom descends on him as he talks about the future.

“I started poaching five years ago; I was 25 when I started,” he says. “I did it because of money. My family’s background is very poor. I have two daughters and a son. I don’t have paddy land for cultivation; sometimes I fish in the river, but it’s very tough to earn a living.”

He pauses, seemingly reluctant to confess his crimes to a stranger. “Then, two years ago I went into the national park to kill a rhino. The rhino charged us. We shot it, and then we had five to 10 minutes to cut the horn off.”

He won’t admit to more rhino killings, but he says he was always worried about being shot dead by forest guards.

“I’m scared of the forest department staff, not the animals. We are very familiar with wild animals. But I know people who have been killed by forest guards. Naren Pegu, he was my brother-in-law. He was a wanted man.”

Pegu, apparently a gang leader and poacher, was shot dead by Kaziranga forest guards in December last year. His companion was shot in the hip and apparently “died of his wounds”.

Uttam Saikia is one local who disapproves of shooting poachers dead. A television journalist and honorary warden of Kaziranga, he loves the park and works hard to protect the district’s spectacular range of birds and animals. But rather than killing poachers, he says, they should be rehabilitated. Saikia is the voice of reason.

“Actually I’m working for anti-poaching activities,” he says. “We are making a network to bring the poacher back to the mainstream.”

Saikia says he has so far convinced 17 poachers, including Sahro and Kutum, to mend their ways. He isn’t paid for the hours he puts in and it can be a risky business. One Mishing man told him, with weighty innuendo, that he kept a pistol to kill informers.

The forest department relies on a network of these locals who are willing to inform on poachers if the price is right. Saikia says they are paid more if their information leads to an arrest, the capture of a .303 rifle or the killing of a poacher. They get less if their lead points merely to a home-made gun.

As well as working on locals to give up poaching, Saikia has kept a wary eye on the poaching gangs of Nagaland. He speaks of men such as Bijoy Thapa, originally from Nepal; a Naga man known as Hoho; and others, all trading in protected species.

“There’s numbers of gangs sitting there,” Saikia says. “They are not only responsible for killing rhino, they collect the animal parts of the northeast, tiger parts, deer; they send all to the China market.”

He regularly protests when he thinks people have been hastily shot dead in the park. He went to see the place where the wounded poacher was killed in September. “I’m always protesting about this kind of killing,” Saikia says. “He was sheltering in a small bush. I went to the spot and saw it. It happened in the very early morning, maybe 3am. They just shot him. They should say: ‘Hands up, hands up.’ Why not?”

…………. What rhino-killing is NOT addressed in this article – TROPHY HUNTING, and it is legal – in at least 6 African countries, including those where poaching is already rampant and rhino deaths already high, e.g. S. Africa.

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
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http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
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http://www.HOPE-GEO.blogspot.com
http://www.ARConference.org

I.T. – 1-10 – To Conceive the Inconceivable


Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:

Another book that he has in his jeep was the Tao Teh Ching, 6th Century BC, by Lao Tzu. This copy was of Ching Dynasty vintage, in Chinese, and bore some water damage. It was also dog-eared. And on one of the dog-eared pages, there was a quatrain which he underscore in red. It said:

“Man accords his way to the Earth,
the Earth accords its way to the Sky,
the Sky accords its way to the Tao,
and the Tao simply is, according to its own Nature.”

The Tao is the “Way of the Cosmos” in Western lingo.

On the margin, in his own hand, he had written: “Therefore, if we could understand what this Tao is, we should know the optimal Way of Man!”

“Where’s this book from?” I asked him.

“Long story.”

“Are you in a hurry?”

We were at Lake Natron, which was pink with flamingos. There was a commotion earlier when a lone hyena came charging out of the bush and grabbed a chick. The pink rose up to the sky momentarily, then resettled, minus one chick. Nonetheless, peace was restored, and it felt timeless.

“Well, it happened when I was 5 years old. My father was a high level intellectual who was sought by the Communist government in China where I was born. If he got caught, it would be summary execution of the entire family – to eliminate any chance of revenge. My family escaped by boat down the Pearl River by moonlight. By dawn, we reached Cherng Jou, an offshore island of the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong. It was then it happened.”

“It was then what happened?”

“The boatman gave my father this very book.”


“Yes, but it doesn’t quite add up,” I said, though I knew the answer.

“What doesn’t it add up to?”

“Your emotional state.”

“What state is that?”

“You think about it more than philosophically, but as if it has something to do with your very own personal fate.”

“It just might.”

“In what way?”

“In such a way as to make my life a total failure.”

“Explain.”

“Well, the old man had a talk with my father on the boat, which my father told me about when I left Hong Kong for Canada at age 20 by plane. It has haunted me since then, and I’ve been failing them, so far.”

“How have you been failing them?”

“By having failed to conceive the Inconceivable.”

“The Inconceivable?”

“This Tao.”

“Why is it inconceivable?”

“Read the very first sentence of the book.”

“It says: ‘The Tao that can be told is not the true Tao.'”

“This pretty much slams the door on me, doesn’t it?”

“Apparently.”

“Plus, one of Lao Tzu’s followers said, ‘If one asks what the Tao is, and another answers, neither know it.’ This is a rock cast into the well after I had fallen into it.”

“This explains why the subsequent Taoists had maintained a certain silence, as if they knew it.”

“Well put, Raminothna, and thus the degeneration of Taoism from a school of philosophy into a house of sorcery, writing incantations and telling fortune.”

“So the boatman asked your father to tell you to conceive the Tao?”

“That’s right.”

“Didn’t he know that it was considered inconceivable?”

“He gave my father the key to solve the riddle.”

“And your father gave this key to you at the Hong Kong Kai Tak airport?”

“Exactly.”

“So, where is this key?”

He pointed where, only days ago, he pointed his gun. Of course I could see it clearly in his brain, but I wanted to draw it out of him. “Tell me about it,” I said.

“Well, the boatman, who was a Taoistic priest by the way, said that the key was in the quatrain itself.”

“Tell me this quatrain again.”

“Man accords his way to the Earth,
the Earth accords its way to the Sky,
the Sky accords its way to the Tao,
and the Tao simply is, according to its own Nature.”

“Before we get into it, what do you think of the current Way of Man?”

“Destructive.”

“How?”

“Our current trajectory leads directly to severe damage to the Biosphere, possibly to the extent of driving hundreds of thousands of known species to extinction, and perhaps millions of species still unknown. The tropical rainforest will turn to desert, and the ocean will be acidified to the point of losing 95% of its species, including all the marine mammals, major fish species and all corals. Need I say more?”

“So, this key. What form does it take?”

“Logic, I guess.’

“How so?”

“The boatman told my father that the key word in the quatrain is ‘Nature’, ‘that to which the Tao itself accords,’ he said to my father.”

“Logical.”

“And that the study of Nature is Science – all the sciences to be exact: Anthropology, Astronomy, Biology, Chemistry, Ecology, Geology, Physics, Psychology, Sociology…, to cover every aspect of Nature. He even coined a name for it.”

“Which is?”

“OMNI-SCIENCE, ‘Omni’ meaning ‘all-in-one’.”

“Spelled the same way as “omniscience” in the religious sense, except for the hyphon.”

“I have noticed.”

“Carry on.”

“Well, I have studied all the sciences, which explains why it took me five years, including summer school, to earn my B.Sc. But still, I’ve gone nowhere in this quest for the Tao. I have no idea what it is. In fact, I’ve long begun to doubt if it really even exists.”

“It exists.”

“How do you know? How can you be sure?”

“Because I know what it is.”

“You do?! Then pray tell!”

“I will. To help you conceive this Inconceivable Tao, then tell it to the world, is in large measure why I’m here. For this I have borne you a gift of peace, a book. The world can read all about what The Tao is, thus the optimal Way of Man.”

“Great, thank you! So where is this book? I want to read it.”

“It has yet to be written.”

“When is it going to be written?”

“As soon as YOU have written it.”

As if sharing his shock, the flamingos rose into the sky again. While he watched in awe, a tear fell from his eyes.

“Why are you crying?” I asked him.

“I was just thinking of the boatman. I have wronged him for doubting him. Especially given the way he died.”

“How did he die?”

“Something my father has been sad about ever since. The boatman was going back to China. After he had dropped us off in Cherng Jou, he was about to set sail back the way he came, when my father asked him to please not tell anyone where we had gone. He said to my father to not be concerned, that the future of the world would rest on my discovery of the Tao, and that he would never jeopardize it by endangering me. It was then my father said something he had regretted saying for the rest of his life.”

“What did he say?”

“He said, ‘They can make anyone talk. Please be careful.'”

“And?”

“And the boatman said to not worry. He would give a guarantee that he would never talk. Just please get the kid to conceive the Inconceivable, for the sake of Man and the world.”

“What kind of a guarantee?”

“He sailed the boat out a few hundred yards, then scuttled it.”

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
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I.T. – 1-09 – The City of Illusion


09 – The City of Illusion

Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:

In a dream from which he awoke this morning, he was walking in a flat and vast desert towards a volcano to the south. As he reached the north foot of the volcano, he came upon the ruins of an ancient city.

It was square shaped, set to the four points of the compass, with high external walls over ten feet thick and a mile long per side. I entered through its north gate, the one facing away from the volcano. While passing beneath the huge archway, I looked up, and saw the name of the city, carved in stone: THE CITY OF TRUTH.

Within the city, the avenues were all east-west in orientation. The blocks were of odd lengths, ranging from as few as one house to more than ten houses per block. There were no straight north-south streets to speak of. Unlike the conventional back-to-back twin-rows of houses in the normal city block, these blocks comprised single rows of houses, with their fronts facing the volcano.

The houses were built of precisely cut and fitted blocks of stone, so the ruins were in excellent condition. The walls of the houses bore carvings of verses which were well preserved, such as:
– “Animals were created for only one reason – for the use of humans as they see fit.”
– “Humans are created for only one purpose – to go to Heaven.”
– “Animals have no souls.”
– “Animals have no rights.”
– “Humans are not animals.”
– “The Universe, thus the Earth and everything on it, were created in six days some four thousand years ago, and animals and humans were created only one day apart.”
– “The animals include the dinosaurs, which once co-existed with the humans.”
– “It is perfectly acceptable for humans to drive species to extinction; the creator can always create more.”
– “It is perfectly acceptable for humans to trash the Earth, since the Creator can easily put it right, or else create another Earth.”
– “Humans were created in the image of the Creator; therefore they are the be all and end all of creation.
Etc, etc.

Of special interest was the oft repeated: “Thou shalt not climb the Mountain of Illusion. The penalty is death of the body by fire, and eternal damnation of the soul.”

Thus he paced the ruins, like a tiger in a cage, while his desire to climb the volcano grew ever stronger as the days crept excruciatingly by.

Finally, one day, with drying sweat and heaving breath, he found himself on the summit of the volcano, there to look down upon the city on the plain.

The scenery being breath-taking notwithstanding, the ruins began to reveal itself to him in the form of an open page, with every house a letter and every block a word. And the City of Truth read:

“Beware of the writings on the wall. The Universe is over 13 billion years old, and the Earth over 4 billion. The animals have existed in various forms for over a billion years BEFORE the first emergence of humans on Earth from the apes; they exist for their own sake. The humans are just a new branch out of the millions of branches in the evolutionary Tree of Life. They belong to the Animal Kingdom. If they have souls, then so do other animals. For the human purpose and destiny, see the OMNISCIENTIFIC COSMOLOGY. May the Tao with with you!”

I am Raminothna,
the Fortunate and Called Upon,
at your service.

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
http://www.facebook.com/Global_Anti-Hunting_Coalition
http://www.myspace.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.youtube.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
http://www.DearHomoSapiens.blogspot.com
http://www.HOPE-GEO.blogspot.com
http://www.ARConference.org

1-09 – The City of Illusion


09 – The City of Illusion

Dear Homo Sapiens of Earth:

In a dream from which he awoke this morning, he was walking in a flat and vast desert towards a volcano to the south. As he reached the north foot of the volcano, he came upon the ruins of an ancient city.

It was square shaped, set to the four points of the compass, with high external walls over ten feet thick and a mile long per side. I entered through its north gate, the one facing away from the volcano. While passing beneath the huge archway, I looked up, and saw the name of the city, carved in stone: THE CITY OF TRUTH.

Within the city, the avenues were all east-west in orientation. The blocks were of odd lengths, ranging from as few as one house to more than ten houses per block. There were no straight north-south streets to speak of. Unlike the conventional back-to-back twin-rows of houses in the normal city block, these blocks comprised single rows of houses, with their fronts facing the volcano.

The houses were built of precisely cut and fitted blocks of stone, so the ruins were in excellent condition. The walls of the houses bore carvings of verses which were well preserved, such as:
– “Animals were created for only one reason – for the use of humans as they see fit.”
– “Humans are created for only one purpose – to go to Heaven.”
– “Animals have no souls.”
– “Animals have no rights.”
– “Humans are not animals.”
– “The Universe, thus the Earth and everything on it, were created in six days some four thousand years ago, and animals and humans were created only one day apart.”
– “The animals include the dinosaurs, which once co-existed with the humans.”
– “It is perfectly acceptable for humans to drive species to extinction; the creator can always create more.”
– “It is perfectly acceptable for humans to trash the Earth, since the Creator can easily put it right, or else create another Earth.”
– “Humans were created in the image of the Creator; therefore they are the be all and end all of creation.
Etc, etc.

Of special interest was the oft repeated: “Thou shalt not climb the Mountain of Illusion. The penalty is death of the body by fire, and eternal damnation of the soul.”

Thus he paced the ruins, like a tiger in a cage, while his desire to climb the volcano grew ever stronger as the days crept excruciatingly by.

Finally, one day, with drying sweat and heaving breath, he found himself on the summit of the volcano, there to look down upon the city on the plain.

The scenery being breath-taking notwithstanding, the ruins began to reveal itself to him in the form of an open page, with every house a letter and every block a word. And the City of Truth read:

“Beware of the writings on the wall. The Universe is over 13 billion years old, and the Earth over 4 billion. The animals have existed in various forms for over a billion years BEFORE the first emergence of humans on Earth from the apes; they exist for their own sake. The humans are just a new branch out of the millions of branches in the evolutionary Tree of Life. They belong to the Animal Kingdom. If they have souls, then so do other animals. For the human purpose and destiny, see the OMNISCIENTIFIC COSMOLOGY. May the Tao with with you!”

I am Raminothna,
the Fortunate and Called Upon,
at your service.

Anthony Marr, Founder and President
Heal Our Planet Earth (HOPE)
Global Anti-Hunting Coalition (GAHC)
Anthony-Marr@HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.HOPE-CARE.org
http://www.facebook.com/Anthony.Marr.001
http://www.facebook.com/Global_Anti-Hunting_Coalition
http://www.myspace.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.youtube.com/AnthonyMarr
http://www.HomoSapiensSaveYourEarth.blogspot.com
http://www.DearHomoSapiens.blogspot.com
http://www.HOPE-GEO.blogspot.com
http://www.ARConference.org