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GIVEN

STATISTICAL

CATEGORY

A Short Story

Written By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

June 19, 2006

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So as I sit here I really can’t find a good reason that I am even

writing this.

The year should have been somewhere around 2015, though I

have no way to discern the month, date or day on or in which I

now preside.

There is nothing left as once humanity knew it as reality.

There are no others from what I can tell. No others that is, as we

once were. In that it is then that I never really expect anyone to

read what I am now writing simply as a matter to console myself

and find a greater understanding of that which has transpired.

I have managed to find my way to a somewhat safe locality…

a place where at least I can rest easy for awhile, but there really

is no telling how long that will be. “They” could manifest within

moments…. Days…. Months…. Maybe some distant years if I’m

lucky.

I have found some luck in making the decision to vacate any

area which is commonly within the scope of what used to be

electrical lines. That seems to have been the biggest way “they”

saturated and transformed what used to be human existence. In

my secluded retreat there is much to celebrate in those simple

ways long forgotten.

It has been years since I have even seen another human being,

but only days since I had to constantly be aware.

I have all but resigned myself to being alone for however

much longer are my days on this plane of reality. You, whoever

you may be in some miracle of action in someone else ever

reading this, should be able to relate to the fact that there is a

level of comfort within that knowledge. Within that solitude and

solidity of it being reassured with the vast nothing of all else

being void of any such life forms is definitely comfort. The type

of comfort that has been long missed.

When I first began to notice the changes, I was pretty much

like everyone else in the droning day to day illusion we thought

was our real existence. But then something occurred to me that

began a chain reaction of realizations.

I noticed.

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I noticed the small inconsistencies in information being

propagated.

I noticed the depth to which people were swayed from one

moment to the next. None of them even realizing the vast shift

in real action and consistency that was now their lives.

Meat eaters would become vegetarians over night, complete

with a history in memory of always having been so.

Hookers were suddenly political figures in office, then days

later - car wash attendants.

Fast food employees were transformed into jet pilots, then

tattoo artists, then priests and nuns.

All with complete history and recall of every nuance within

each change and shift… all seemingly with no rhyme or reason

beyond these huge social shifts. All of it seamless to those in its

effect.

Then it started to happen with a skewed effect. There became

no timbre or pattern to the shifts and changes. The language and

meaning even “moved.” For instance, on one day a person

would order a cheeseburger with a complicated mathematical

equation that further was common knowledge within that given

society. Then the next day, the same cheeseburger was procured

from the same restaurant with a series of meaningless sounds…

again entirely efficient and understood for what it was meant to

indicate throughout the given society.

It was very much as though everyone still in existence were

being “motivated” from one continuous though changing pattern

of signal broadcast and reception emanating from that over

consistent feed which had been our power sources and the like.

As if they (the “people”) had all become nothing more than

receivers regurgitating a vast databank of information which

changed almost from day to day in presentation and

corresponding meaning.

I came to find out that it was as result of an inter-dimensional

breach, albeit one which was apparently with great meaning and

purpose. That purpose was the procurement of our capacity in

some way that I have yet to understand entirely.

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What I have reckoned is that everything which we are, all that

could have been imagined or implemented within our reality…

our entire existence, is nothing more than a conduit…. An energy

source in a capacity sense.

It isn’t as though we are or were “food” so to speak, for some

little green alien guy. But more that our physical presence,

having turned out to be a great offense within the larger scheme

of it all as result of our choices and ignorant disregard for the

effect of our supposed “advance,” is a rather efficient “vessel”

for the storage and usage of that capacity which was ours in the

power of cognitive thought. That capacity which we steadily

ignored and took for granted…. even abused for frivolous

reasons in our desperate strife and needless self inflicted

miserable cycles.

From what I can tell, we as creatures essentially caused a

“friction” burn of sorts with our existence. Much as result of the

sustained and over developed directions in and around electrical

as well as radio frequencies. Laughably, in a near madness sort

of appreciation, this is exactly the avenue through which the

“mining” of our existence began.

The irony is that we essentially did it to ourselves. That is,

we produced the reasons and means for which to be “over-

ridden” and rendered harmless to all else through our chosen

directions and decisions in the larger sense.

At first the “take over” started predictably enough, with

governments and influential individuals making “deals” of sorts,

and was done so through the use of our pre-disposed leanings

toward understanding with comparisons to the “soul” and “little

green alien guys” and, the again more than predictable empty

promises of “eternal life” and “omnipotent power” with the

“delivery” of these contained “units” of capacity.

Being humans, and greedy humans, those first approached of

course fell for it but soon found that it wasn’t all that they

expected it to be… again, from any common sense perspective

such a result was predictable enough as well.

This over saturation of electrical and frequency fields

eventually totally engulfed our every nuance. We no longer

existed within that natural level of existence through which, of

which and from which our capacity and reality stemmed. We

imprisoned ourselves unknowingly in a large body of overly

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consistent frequencies, which in turn… through that over

consistency, began to create a “burned” area through all of

everything else. Even through and within that which we could

never have imagined and of course now, will never know.

It is in no way possible for even the most advanced of human

machines or calculations to ever reach the total of what was lost

in our existence. What was lost as possibility in our short sighted

and pathetic decisions.

Perhaps as a merciful stroke, it is kind of better that way.

Especially in regard to those whose entire existence was centered

around what all they could procure and amass as if it were some

form of proof to their superiority… even to human superiority,

when really it was only proof to the failings of humanity, and

further proof to the failings of humanity to actually progress even

within that which we labeled human progress.

In so many words, we went the wrong way. Even more

laughably, we did so in some situations with efforts along the

lines of humanitarian endeavors. That is, allowing altogether

obviously WRONG directions to continue to influence existence

in a larger sense.

As things began to become more and more consistent within

the seemingly random shifts in “reality,” those who were not so

immersed within that over saturated version of existence were

weeded out as a natural progress of that very unnatural course of

existence.

Most of them simply went mad. Many of them ended their

own lives, and still even more surrendered themselves to the care

of the loony bin. This served only to bolster their belief in their

own insanity through the constant changes they could discern,

but obviously were not a part of.

Those who tended them changed sometimes daily, but went

about their business as if it had been the majority of their lives.

This of course produced ill results for those being patients… ill

results that is in regard to the standard assumption that such

institutions are to serve the purpose of healing.

With the constant changes, it became impossible for those

“afflicted” to ever find any sort of reassurance, much less the

ability to fall into a conducive progression within that constant

shift in society. Many of them were quite “sane” in a very real

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sense….only, sadly enough, sanity and reality had changed

without them and further continued to do so.

At first, those of us who managed not to fall to the perception

of insanity, were ridiculed and looked upon as entirely without

cognitive powers being that we appeared to have no

understanding or abilities to communicate or co-exist in the

unnoticed and ever changing scope of reality. We, whose

capacity and existence were unaffected in this radical series of

programming were essentially left out… left behind the new and

quite drastic direction of all that was considered society. We

were left to our own designs and means with which to simply

survive physically.

Those engulfed within this physical change truly had no

perception of it. It was even beyond robot like comparisons.

Reality was now on “automatic” and under the control of

something that no one alive in any sense could begin to

understand.

After a short period of time, I realized that it wasn’t even

worth fearing. It was simply too immense and hopelessly out of

anyone’s control to concern one’s self with…. That is, if you

were smart enough not to succumb to the illusion of all that now

was.

Imagine, if you can and as I am sure you will relate too if it is

I am fortunate enough for anyone to be reading this at any point

in what was once time, something so large that it could not be

seen with the naked eye.

Once you conceive of that, then it is a short distance to

utilizing such a thought in addressing the infinite control and

influence which was draped over our lives….even to the point of

encompassing our perceived reality.

Not long before I managed to find this retreat far from the

main areas of electrical sources and routing, I happened on what

looked to be a laboratory of sorts. A laboratory that was

obviously put together in some form of haste and as I found out,

was done so in the effort to either combat that which was

transpiring or simply to gain a deeper understanding of it. Which

ever it was, it was obviously undertaken far too late for any

effect.

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Within that facility, I found much enlightening information as

well as enough in the area of supplies to last me for some time if

I augment it with my own efforts to cultivate, hunt and store

efficiently.

Some of that information I will divulge herein. If for nothing

more than the distant chance that anyone will ever find it or

further in odds, find use for it in any way.

From what I can tell in having observed and considered my

experience in comparison to the notes and records found within

the small lab space, it wasn’t as though the ploy itself was an

inevitable result. It looks as thought that which has resulted was

only a possibility… more a built in fail safe within the

introduction of the awe inspiring advance of electricity and what

was known as modern technology.

The fail safe aspect within the introduction of electricity was

very much intended. It was designed with the apparent idea of

becoming what we inadvertently, though quite predictably turned

it into with the over advance and concentration of its use within

our existence. That designed effect was very much meant to

contain and further, even invert the resulting effect back onto our

own reality and progress as a containment sort of mechanism.

An assurance that our immature nature in development could do

little damage to all else that was in the chance, as had come to

pass, of our abuse with and of that wonderful power and

advance.

Being no scientist, it is with simple words and my own

understanding that I am forced to convey this transition

description, so if it is that any do read this, know that I am being

as clear as I can.

With the extreme development and over implementation of

technological directions in our reality…. It in turn acted to very

really contain our perception through turning our reality back in

upon itself and then did so in an over amplified manner, we

imprisoned our capacity and sense of reality WITHIN the

confines of those advances. We “boxed” ourselves in, in a

cerebral and “metaphysical” sense within that over saturation of

consistent frequency bombardment. We seized our own actual

progress… which again, seems as though it was a built in

mechanism to contain the possible damage to all that we can

never understand… and further as an indicator to the direction

and now self chosen direction in which we became disposed.

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Again, of being relegated through our own lack of applied

knowledge and good judgment, to the garbage heap of all, and all

beyond our own imagination…. And then utilized as nothing

more than what could have been compared to computing space.

Empty vessels void of our own perspective or personality.

Simple living organisms in and through which something else

could now thrive.

From the information I have found in the lean-to of a research

facility I happened upon, this process actually began quite early

on in such advances… and again, in an ironic laugh that few if

any besides myself may now enjoy, it did so as result of our own

hand as a species so to speak.

In the interest of fairness, I should divulge that from the

information I have examined, the efforts to implement and

cultivate this result and direction were not begun until WE had

tripped that failsafe mechanism. It was then that the “decision”

of our fate was sealed and the process of capitalizing on our own

eventual realization of failure to ascend, began.

Once it started, it was very cleverly propagated even within

our own forms of media as a sort of conditioning. We in effect

were mesmerized and even entertained with the directions and

ideas of our own demise which were of our own design…at least

at first.

As we exhibited those tendencies to over use, it was then that

we were regarded as nothing much more than junkies on many

levels. Even encouraged after some time to hasten the now

desired culmination of our abuse and dependence, again, much in

the same way as were drug users and addicts of all sorts. Then,

as I’ve described…. It was introduced and implemented on a

global scale.

The initial “procurements” began surprisingly early in modern

human history. As I’ve mentioned, many of these were as result

of “deals” and agreements of the “secret” type that none will ever

know. Most of which were done in the interest of furthering the

very direction of development which has lead to this ill fate of

the human species in an exchange sort of manner.

I’ve come to find through this examining of research notes

somewhat to my own surprise, that even the development of

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modern embalming techniques was for nothing more really than

to accommodate this process of procurement in its early stages.

When they began it seems, it was in the use of those humans

which had been deemed “deceased” and then processed through

that which we knew to be “preservation” for the purpose…. well,

now that I think about it, no one ever really considered what the

actual purpose proposed had been for such treatment of the

human body post mortem, but I assure you that it is all crystal

clear to me now.

As it was (and still is to greater degrees in continuing

function), those humans which had met their mortal end and then

preserved through the process of embalming, were actually

regarded as a form of base host. A place from which to establish

a harmonious consistency with the consistency of frequency

fields in which the living forms of humans existed. It appears

that it actually began some time earlier before the modern

embalming techniques were developed…. But this had a very

limited span and use due to the rate of decomposition.

Those having died and been interred in effect and actuality,

then served the purpose of “vessel” to this procurement.

Essentially, in a suspended sense, they were utilized until the

preservation process failed. Kept alive in a sense, though

thankfully enough in a manner that was not conscious as far as

anyone could tell… at least in so much as is divulged within the

stack of scribbled notes and research results I have spent some

indiscernible amount of time investigating.

When I considered it, though it is in a somewhat maniacal

sense, the implementation and use of that ravaging and voracious

appetite which hurtled humanity toward such ends is quite

brilliant. Subtle, simple, but maniacally brilliant and as such in a

perpetual manner, as it is still utilized long after the efforts and

obvious results have manifested and come to pass.

In so many words, all that we “put into it” still continues to

resonate and is used to its full potentials for things I am as of yet,

not ready to begin to consider.

As the initial procurement and use was developed and

“perfected,” the next step was in the use of those “vessels”

through which the larger population was beginning to be

programmed to acceptance of such a direction.

That

procurement was of the majority of celebrity personalities and

their subsequent proliferations in various ways.

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This aspect was even touted as great advance within the

entertainment industry itself. It created an ease with which such

entertainment products could be produced to the levels that had

as of yet, never been experienced. Unfortunately, though to no

ill effect within the industry or resulting “profits,” this removed

much of the substance that had previously existed within it as

result.

No one minded that aspect. In fact, no one noticed as such

changes were simply incorporated into the larger scheme of

conditioning as to be seen as quite normal. Standard and award

winning even.

No longer did actors have to memorize lines or even put effort

into the development of characters. They simply showed up to

the set, having ingested what was then a prototype pill which

made their “brain” more sensitive to the reception of the

appropriate information to complete the task at hand.

No longer did popular musicians have to write and rehearse.

It simply happened as result of a type of programming that none

will ever understand… and as well as result of entities beyond

any sort of human comprehension.

It wasn’t as though they were “possessed.” It wasn’t as

though they were simple machines…. But again, it is that they

were very much the fore runners of the soon to be normality of

living “vessels” so to speak. Vessels that were used in turn to

further the “procuring” of human capacity. Even and especially,

beyond the grave and any other example of living motion.

Soon it was that another aspect of the larger effort was

implemented. That being in the culling of excess, which is

something that humans had failed to acknowledge within their

own existence and short sighted attempts at any form of

dominance which could be readily perceived.

This again, was a large factor and lubricant in the ease with

which the procuring took place. That seemingly innate want of

one human to be seen as superior to another, and this was to no

surprise quite easy to introduce and manipulate. In fact, as it so

happened and as result of this very want, humans even went

through a certain period of being unwitting robots. Very much

controlled and programmed by other humans without even their

knowledge… which again, began as subtle suggestion within the

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oversaturated media forms then progressed through various

means simultaneously employed, to actually program entire

societies.

From what I can tell, the most interesting part of this area

within such developments, was the use of overpopulation and

there-in the massive focus and inclusion of those modern

developments, as a springboard so to speak…. This to “jump

start” the larger motion of the impending “program” and

subsequent removal of the excess which had been used in the

beginnings.

Rather amusing if I do say, and I feel that I can do so safely

and within my own right at this point. How could we all not see

it coming? Then again, within the ever progressing expansion of

our egocentric feast and the ever decreasing use and development

of our own capacity and understanding of life, how could we

ever have been expected to even begin to comprehend?

I do rather get a personal level of enjoyment from pondering

and remembering my own experiences through and within the

larger portion of the “robot” days as I’ve come to find them to

have been. Entertaining not so much from my own lack of

having been programmed, but more in hind sight and

consideration of all that I had witnessed without much concern

for its direction or potential outcomes.

In that sense I now find that it was a shortcoming to not have

been more of a skeptical pessimist, always on the lookout for

conspiracies and social manipulations. But then again, what was

one person or a small number of people to have been expected to

do about it? Even if it were that they may have become

organized?

Nothing. Quite simply nothing at all. So in that, I am glad

that I didn’t possess any disposition toward things which may

have triggered a realization of the horrors… though laughable

horrors that they are, which would soon encompass and engulf

humanity itself.

In fact, as I sit here in relative calm and quiet. In a form of

solitude which I am sure very few have ever even considered a

possibility. I rejoice to some degree.

I am. I am of myself.

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Has anyone else ever had the opportunity of such extremes in

existence?

It makes sense to me now. I refuse to lament or morn our loss

as it seems very much as though it were pre disposed as it were.

But I do muse slightly and draw great enjoyment from realizing

how incredibly inane and wasteful the human species was.

How is it that within all of the pomp and posturing of being

such superior creatures that we could have missed such a simple

thing? Always preoccupied with the self adulation of celebrating

our supposed intellectual advance, omnipotence and majesty

with the cerebral chew toys of long equations, unnecessarily

complicated ideologies, drawn out explanations and various

other frivolities?

How could we, as supposedly “smart”

creatures, been so ignorant and blind as to miss one of the

biggest of all indicators as to the possibilities and potentials of

our existence?

Consider if only for a moment, the levity and pertinence,

though taken for granted and largely ignored as any sort of

importance, the simple function of what was once our cognitive

thought. How could it have been over looked and even abused to

such degrees within our supposed advance?

The fact that humans possessed such a wonder…such an

incredible ability far and away beyond any other living creature

within the scope and realm of what was our reality…. In my

simple opinion, should very much been of greater consideration

in those very aspects than it was.

The very fact that humans possessed such a trait and ability,

was evidence in and of itself of something as a part of our lives

which was in and of itself beyond satisfactory description. It, in

and of itself should have stood as proof to the potential and

existence of inter-dimensional realities.

I sit here now and wonder if it is that such could still in some

way be used to track and monitor… more so indicate my

continued existence within this realm, being that the majority of

all other examples there-in have been “procured” and

transformed to suit the ends and means of something I will in no

way pretend to understand.

I must admit that my worries in such directions are limited.

As I have stated, that which I have witnessed in use and

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extension into what was once our reality, has been quite limited.

Usually limited to the tasks of maintaining sources of power for

which to continue in support of what is left of the empty, living

organisms once known as humans residing now mostly in a state

of suspended, inanimate existence.

According to that which I have seen in that small laboratory

space, soon after the majority of the population was disposed of

in one way or another as burdensome, those which carried out

such actions on the promise of those ever elusive gifts to be

bestowed upon them were then situated in a manner as to make

them easy to maintain. That is to say, they were escorted by

others already being nothing more than animated flesh, to places

which would prove to be the only place they would be for what is

sure to be near eternity.

They aren’t dead. They aren’t alive. In fact, as per the

disclosed documentation I’ve seen, they are very much only

living tissue being used in ways I’ve described and probably

others that no one will ever consider.

They went there on their own. Of their own choice for

whatever reasons were presented. They did this beyond having

chosen to be a party to the removal of most everyone else still

going from day to day in whichever presented reality that they

found themselves in. It could be argued that by this time in this

grand scheme, those even having been a party to it, really had no

idea as to the direction or resulting state of their soon to be non-

existent, existence. They are now nothing more than portals.

Now that I think about it, I have to wonder if ever we were

really anything more than such portals in one degree or another.

Especially when I consider how coincidental and convenient it

was that something so incredible as cognitive thought was so

easily overlooked as just the standard, unimportant and

happenstance means through which we existed entirely.

As per my concerns of being found out or tracked in some

way, it is as I’ve stated. I really have no worries to such effects

and from what I can tell, none will develop any time too soon.

It seems that the majority of whatever “living” is being done

through the added capacity of humans, is done so in some other

realm…. Something both “inner” from our mental perspective,

and very much of a real sense somewhere else.

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Now, just to make sure this doesn’t start to sound like some

science fiction story. It isn’t as though our world was overtaken

by some invasion of terrestrial beings. More that we were

sapped through what looks to have been our own design through

saturation and misuse, how ever it was that we came by those

designs. We were tapped into… not physically or even in an

individual sense…. But as and from what could be described as

where the essence meets our physical ability for realization. We

entombed ourselves in a virtual manner through setting hard to

imagine limitations. Then we amplified and magnified those

boundaries. This, coupled with the motion of our “progress,”

resulted in the progressive digression. The ever shrinking area

within our potential capacity and perception in which we

existed…until finally it began to “burn” as it were. As would an

old fashioned film which comes to rest on the heat of the

projection bulb.

It was then that sufficient breach occurred to allow for the

subsequent procurement en mass, of that which is… or was

rather, our essence and capacity largely unused.

From another perspective, as useless as it is now, this means

that there are boundaries of some sort which separate the now all

too obvious dimensions of and within… or outside of known

existence. We, as a species and living thing within those

boundaries, seem to have breached them with the magnification

and over concentrations I’ve explained… as well as some, I’m

sure, we will never realize.

I’ve toyed with the idea. The idea, that is, of such a

suspended existence.

At first it frightened me to some extent. Then I realized that it

probably wouldn’t concern any sort of discomfort…but even in

that, as per the normal human reaction to the thought of no

longer existing, I found some concern. Especially at the prospect

of non-existence in such a way as we as a species have never

really considered.

To exist and not exist at all? To be nothing more than some

hard drive somewhere. Some “extra storage space.” I do admit

that my human trait and tendency toward self importance

vehemently rejects the idea. But what if that is of no concern

and not within the options of further existence.

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The utterly helpless aspects of these thoughts haunted me for

some time, but mostly during the time period when it was that I

had yet to grasp the immense changes taking place in the rest of

society… which left me with the short lived impression that I

was losing my mind.

I even fought for some time with the distinct possibility that I

was already “shelved” as it were, and that the notion of my

discord was simply a part of the process of my own essence

being negated from my own existence and attachment to that

essence…. The process of being “non-existed” as it possibly

seemed.

I cannot avoid the thought within those skews and shifts in

reality, that even now it is only my imagination that permits me

to sit here and experience these things I am most definitely

experiencing within my perception. That perhaps I am really

nothing more already, than some unimportant part or thing to be

maintained as my actual body lies still, somewhere quite distant

from where it is that I think I am existing.

I realize that this isn’t too far from the common yet topical

consideration that many have toyed with pertaining to life being

some form of “waking dream,” but the biggest difference is in

the realization that we very much created the direction of this

situation through short sighted greed and those aspects of human

tendencies I’ve already mentioned…. And further, that the

“waking dream” aspect has always seemed more contained and

consistent somehow. What we as a species have now incurred is

far more drastic and without any recourse as to continuing in any

cycle, the likes of which usually accompanies the “waking

dream” ideology.

Another aspect of the waking dream analogy pertaining to

life, is the incredibly comedic aspect in hindsight from a dark

humored perspective. It has turned out to be nothing more than

another of those ploys with which to slowly condition the human

perspective toward acceptance of our self inflicted, though

encouraged fate.

In all fairness I can in no way pass extreme judgment as to

whether or not it is a “bad” thing necessarily. Really, who am I

to say being that I have not yet fallen victim to such

incarceration, though it is that there are obviously few of that

walk in life these days.

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Perhaps it is just better. Perhaps it was all that we were ever

really meant to be….. even through all of the lofty distractions

which used to be seen as aspirations within the human race.

Perhaps I am the “malfunction.” The “schism,” as it were.

Perhaps that is why I am not included in the collection of others

which is so vast, though selected obviously. Perhaps my

continued existence from the perspective in which I exist, is

because I am the reject…. Or at least the example of the reject.

Maybe I am just the distant remnant of a direction we should

have traversed to achieve a result other than cerebral

incarceration and suspended, un-real existence? Perhaps I am

even more rare to our plane of existence than even I know and

have experienced in not being able to find any other which are

not engulfed and over taken with this brilliant, simple and all

consuming ploy that has drained even the perception of existence

from that which used to be human.

In a note of hilarity, this all really discounts the idea of

evolution! Unless of course I misunderstood that idea to mean

we had “evolved” from monkeys, and somewhere missed the real

information which stated that we, as a species were “evolving”

into empty plant like life forms. How wonderfully funny in hind

sight! How maddeningly hilarious.

Ah! The freedom of no longer being seen as mad or insane!

There are no longer any such standards but sadly, I seem to be

the only person that gets to enjoy it. There again! I can still see

the remnants of those human traits which fueled this direction of

our development.

With that, I believe I will retire for the evening. Perhaps I

will again take up the pen here soon and recount more of what it

is that I have come to experience. I’ve no real reason to do so.

I’ve no hurry or schedule to meet. I do not even have the small

reason of someone actually reading it someday. Only my own

activity as inspiration and reason.

I could go through the telephone books again….as I’ve done

in each city or town through which I’ve traveled in exploration.

Dialing numbers from as many telephones as I could find and

then leaving it off the hook to ring indefinitely. Maybe if I keep

doing that, eventually I will be able to hear the ringing from

anywhere in the world?