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An Appeal for Change

We had asked for more time in preparing this document, but it was deemed too important to obstruct whatever progress it had to offer for the cultures of the world. Whatever is faulty or wrong may be viewed in the light of history. This is a historic moment, the release of these documents can be construed as the by-product of 12,000 years labor. We can only guess as the societies that existed back then, only conjecture at the moral codes that bounded behavior. We offer our humblest apologies for whatever stain we’ve left on this document by our careworn attention to the details.

Endless details are the true story of this work, the meticulousness of Dr. Jack Baard of the Blithe Institute whose understanding of the nuances of 12th Eurgho urban humor have led to some of the lightheartedness of the original arriving intact we hope. It was deemed important that this work have its intended effect most of all. That we organized the intentionality into a meaningful conveyance is our own great failing as much as success, for we have the powerful concern to keep our advisors happy as their patronage makes any revolutionary appeal of this text rather self-defeating.

Still, we put our faith in the hands of men and women everywhere, to validate this document and act accordingly.

Whatever actions are provoked by this text must reach their fruition in time to save the rest of the work from destruction. We wish only to share this with you. We have no political or ethical dilemmas in this act. All should recognize the call that is made through their own filter of reason. What is done is nothing more than a dream perhaps, some fantasy of some far off imagination. Perhaps this document is nothing more than some popular literature of the day, some entertainment.

We believe the people whose generation authored these declarations were not discovered in their own time. In fact, hundred, perhaps many hundreds, of generations would pass before they were discovered and made into the holy relics of a fringe culture.

We call the time of the documents’ declaration the First Eurghep after the cliffs where these documents were found in their many bottles, caught in the great whirlpool of the northern lake shore.

It was during the excavations there that Vanspronsen’s mirror assemblage was first used to look clearly into the depths of the deepest, most turbulent seas and show all the detritus lying there on the dark floor. Laser guided probes were sent coordinates and retrieved artifacts of over 10 tons from as deep as 20 foot of silt. It was a miracle of engineering.

This is how we learned of many lost cultures. We saw at last true confessions from the deepest past, the most direct, immediate voices crying for truth in unreasonable circumstances. We witness first hand certain traits of the evolutionary process. The sand disrupters just had to touch the ocean floors and the soil would scatter from the rocks, revealing everything pristine and undamaged. The deposits just floated away. By the time the objects were at the surface, they had been analyzed and efficiently repaired by robotic processors.

What came into our hands was just the beauty we were meant to see. A whole generation devoted itself to their study.

But there were skeptics from the start. The unfortunate Grant wars were a low point in current memory. The camps that blew smoke day and night were secrets best forgotten. What lives at the bottom of the ocean is likely best left forgotten. There was too much to forgive among all the detritus, all the secrets, too much to rage over.

I think man will be known in the end, when his course has run, as a revolutionary spirit. Plucky. Full of surprises. Amusing, hopeful, like a child really. Till then, the secrets rise and we must rise with them to learn their lessons, no matter the cost.

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My Memoirs By Alexandre Dumas, Emily Mary Waller, Andrew Lang

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John Henry

John Henry is under the ground
beating the heart of the hills
with his hammer.

The old beech tree
sings the wind’s name.
A word on the tongue
of the distant hills
drives home no vigor or sauce.

John Henry with his own bones
greater than hammer and granite,
John Henry, beats the iron rails
into the cliff face, singing.

The echoes,
John Henry, John Henry,
the pulse of the hills.

John Henry,
you are double sixes
shaking in a cup.

You, a great bell ringer
in the moonlit slope,
chime the mountain.

The sting is inside me.
Your hammer, John Henry, your name
drives me on.

Suck breath
with horse lungs,
John Henry.
Your grunts scar the air.

All the souls at rest
rise up.

Am I to believe
John Henry beats inside them too?

Because of you, John Henry,
I am singing into the darkness.
Symbols, symptoms nettle my skin.

The wind is blowing through the firs,
jostling the boughs awake.
John Henry, swing that
sledge at the spike.

Jump from sleep,
fix the sun.
This heap of chance wants motives.

The rock is a lie, John Henry.
The lie uncovers the truth.

The truth,
John Henry,
lies still.

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Hit yourself

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