chapter_05

- Between Order and Chaos -

Trip from Saarbrücken to Lethem.


Friday morning now, don't ask me the date. Watched the planes come in and out. Three today, all before breakfast. We are at the roundhouse. In the daytime we hear about things what are happening. Now they are talking about growing things in the dry season.

Ferren is an interesting food & drink. Paricari is the drink.

There are many people from somewhere else here. IIAC, Unicef, Conservation International and like said, all the chiefs. And the German film crew who are running out of tape. Almost 10 hours already.

It's all about development here. It is a frontier country.

Watch out, these guys want to get people addicted to ferren. It's a brilliant food.

An interesting thing is they are trying to stop poisoning the rivers. It is a method for fishing. Kill the fish, they float to the top and you got all the fish you need. Of course it kills the horses and anything else.

Ministers of the government are like missionaries, he tells us. I hope he's dead wrong. But who knows. Missionaries were sent to fuck over the minds of the natives so there is one mind set which is easier to control and manipulate. Strangely enough, the missionaries might not have realised what they were up to. It's development. Maybe someone is operating the whole thing, maybe the CIA or something like it that is more secret and longer lasting. They aren't Christian; they see it only as a means to an end. Maybe there is no master plan. Perhaps we are eating the food we think we need to get to the next bag of ideas to gobble them up to get to the next, to gobble our way blindly into our bright future.

_bunnie stop_

I think the girl is mad. And she will be in charge of the place in a few years. We are waiting for lunch at one of the few restaurants.

_bunnie stop_

They are all gone, the politicians for the new Amerindian movement. And we spent the day driving to Napi. That's 26 miles. But this is a land with no paved road south of the coast. That means water up the side of the Land Rover in dry season. Two hours it took us to get there to the village of 600 Amerindians.

After saying hello to Susan, the CI rep, we drove down through the town, but you have to see it to understand it. A town of 600 takes as much space as a European town of 60,000. At least a half mile between one house and the next. 6 miles to the farm land. And there are no roads. Paths which are best for foot of bicycle. Or Land Rover. Thanks. Thomas.

Remind me to tell you about yesterday. Today was Tuesday.

Thap. A gecko just fell off the ceiling onto my chest with a nice smack. I looked at him, he looked at me; then he crawled out up my hammock.

Where were we. We picked up the old balata man and two of his grand children and drove off over the fields, the savannah into the jungle. After a short walk, we came to the tree that he had hacked 35 years earlier. They go up to the hills usually where more of the trees hang out.

So there he was, machete in hand hacking pieces out of the tree so that is would bleed. And that's what it did. It bled.

They only hacked the trees every 10 years so it ain't so bad.

After a few discussions, which is always the case. They always want to know how come why and some times say no way or give us money. They see the European as money and expect little donations. Tell them you do a documentary to show millions of people your business, doesn't matter, money.

But that's what they learned on the fucking TV and media machine. The missionaries go in, fuck up their heads, fuck off, and let the next bunch go in and teach them that money rules. It won't be long before they are all dependant capitalist like the rest of western culture.

But we won't go on about that.

In fact, we won't go on.

I'll mention we went to a water falls yesterday which was beautiful, the day was beautiful and though is seems we've been here 6 months, I can already see we are soon working our way back to Germany.

And there is no fear of me staying here.

It's a beautiful land but its naivety scares me a little.

Time will tell. It has something to make people addicted to it. Not the women. Beautiful women can be found anywhere. Maybe the frontier beauty and freedom.

Well, it's getting close to eight. I go to sleep so I can wake up with the dawn.

_bunnie stop_

This isness of concrete reality as we are starting to perceive in the last few thousand years is relatively new. At least this round of it, as far as we can tell, if it is the first round, which if it is a round thing then not likely, it would more likely be that it was always so or some other way of being so. But time may confuse us when it comes to perceiving where isness got its start because outside of time there may not be such a thing as start.

But the point here, should we venture to get to it as I listen to Shirley talking to someone and motorbikes, two strokes, roaring around and it's bloody warm, is that most scientist, even the Christian ones anymore, think the universe, as we know it, is about a dozen billion years old.

Now this may seem old but not when you make things relative. Like the cute gecko that fell on me earlier. If he were 100 times bigger he wouldn't be so cute. Even if he was a she and I couldn't tell you the difference in geckos.

Anyhow, so we get 12 billion years. Many of those billions were spent blowing up and smashing around. Everywhere. In the middle of our system you still can't even form life on account you have to blow up things and then not have a supper nova within any distance which there in the middle isn't the case.

So out here on the perimeter, as in other galaxies of billions of stars, you have had some blowing up to get the right elements then your not blowing up anymore so you get your more compounded ways of element connection so you can end up with life. And the thing is, it will and is happening other places but we are very likely one of the first to try this intelligence thing. And combine it with technology. And start to make a world communication system and work towards moving into space and finding a cure to old age.

There is no true god.

This was a necessary myth to take us through that mental evolution that will take us to the next. And as mad as it still may seem, we, if we don't fuck up first, will be the gods.

That's what we are bound for, though you'd never guess it if you watch TV. So, throw your fuckin' TV out the window and start evolving out of stupidity. The heavens are ours for the taking; there is no god to send us to hell. Only us. It is all up to us.

_bunnie stop_



by john rah, editorial lack of assistance from barbaralba, thanks anyway

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