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\t‘Life\nis an enigma which defies all solution. My mind is persuaded that\nall in the universe is either energy or matter. Yet there remains\nthe perplexing question of the I<\/em>. I can accept the\nproposition that my body is the product of an evolutionary process,\nthat life is merely a structure in which matter has been molded by\nthe pressures of historical circumstance. But why is there an I<\/em>?\n How am I<\/em> inside of all this flesh and sinew? \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘There\ncan be only one conclusion:… the I<\/em> is a sham, an illusion…\nthe mind, the brain reflecting upon itself. And this is my first\nstep towards emancipation. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Emancipation!\n Emancipation must seem the least likely outcome…at first. For\nstraight way does this thinking immediately lead to despair… of the\nsoul become dung,…of the dream become nightmare… of sparkling\ngossamer become dross. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Yet\none must persevere…for from the agony of self discovery, it is\npossible to ascend upwards to heights never before imagined. It is\ntrue we lose a dream. The heaven of yesteryear was a vague land of\nhappiness that always existed in the land of tomorrow… therefore,\nit never did exist for man, not even in his dreams. It was only a\nlie to fill a gap, for man had nothing better to fill a void created\nby his cerebrum. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Thus\nit is… that the truth is far better… for with these facts, one\nmay then build theories, discover laws which will allow a person to\nexperience the quintessence of life on earth,…in the flesh, within\nhis lifetime. He will be able to live a life… not a lie. He will\ndwell with his brother and sister in the flesh… not in a fantasy. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘In\nsuch a world may man accept the genius of his mind… yet also the\ncravings of his body. In such a world may man command his stretch of\nuniverse…yet with the acceptance of his place in the continuum of\nmatter… may he regain the calm acceptance of things as they\nare,…that calm acceptance that was and is possessed by primal man,\nby all other animals and other forms of matter. And this will be\nwell.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSylvia\nlooked fondly upon these archival remnants… Much more is known\nabout the I<\/em> now… It had been difficult to examine such a\nphenomenon… even though, as scientists now know…I’<\/em>s are\nubiquitous… they literally saturate the Cosmos…The problem was\nthat they were just too small for our instruments to examine\ncarefully….Sylvia had mulled all of this over many times before…I\nmean, after all, it was the I.<\/em>..this is, the quest for the I<\/em>\n…that had led to the Science of Everything and to an entirely\nnew…. Scientific Method…..<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tBecause\nthe fact is…the Truth is now known…that each atom, every single\natom… in the Cosmos….possesses an I<\/em>… ‘looking out’…\nYes, my dear…this really seems to be the case!…One would think\nthat its existence would be easy to confirm or deny…. After all,\nphysicists have pretty much been in charge of the atom…Well,\nchemists know what atoms can do…But what is an atom and what is it\ncomposed of?…This is physicist stuff…It would be an astonishment\nif in the end atoms possessed something as important as\nthis…something as potentially powerful as this… and physicists\nhad no inkling that such a thing existed at all…Yet there it\nis!…Every atom comprising every rock, cloud…the boundless\nseas…has the capability of… ‘looking out’!….of perceiving,\nthinking, and impactng the world around it!… If physicists have\nactually overlooked such a pervasive phenomenon right under their\nnoses…Well, that…would be,,, quite an embarrassment!<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tBut\nit was like quantum mechanics… research on that stopped somewhere\naround 1925…As I say…when you are talking about atoms you are\ntalking about things so small that man and woman’s tools are at their\nwit’s end to ascertain much of anything….That is, the primary tool\nused to probe atoms in the twentieth century…was the cyclotron…\nwhich smashes atoms to pieces and then sorts through the debris…\nthat is like trying to examine Life only by looking at dead\nthings…after Life has been riddled and liquified by explosions…So\nto examine the I<\/em>…scientists had to find some other way…and\nthey did it!…<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tHow\ndid they do it? Well, first they created a Science of Everything…\nThat is, they took the social sciences and the humanities…and\nplaced them all on a biological base…After all, it is now known for\ncertain…that humans are animals…so it is obvious now that\nhumanity must be examined in the same way as animals….But…you\nsay…what about philosophy? Well, sir, as we all know\nnow…philosophy was the first to collapse into biology and\nphysiology…One scientist using a Hegelian approach…took the ideas\nof eight philosophers…and showed how their ideas when combined by\nthe use of induction and synthesis…implied that there were two\nkinds of philosophers…ones whose minds collect…and others whose\nminds separate….the first use an inductive approach…the latter an\nanalytical one…and of course, this immediately led to the\nrealization that neural scientists had already examined the two\nhemispheres in the brain and had concluded that one side possesses an\ninductive synthesizing ability and the other has an analytical,\nmathematical strength…Every person is dominant in one of the\nhemispheres…no person utilizes both fully… Therefore…\nphilosophy is a metaphor for how the brain operates…That is,\nphilosophy is actually the study of the human brain…from the inside\nout!…Well, this led immediately to new biological approaches in all\nthe human related disciplines…When that was done…all the social\nsciences and humanities…all of which formerly possessed different\nmethodologies and jargon….all now could talk each other…work\ntogether…and bingo!…they all could work with the biological and\nphysical sciences also…they all could gang up and approach problems\nfrom different angles…and study things that instruments could\nnot…they each possessed circumstantial evidence that a certain\nthing was true…and if eight or nine of the diciplines indicated\nthat a certain thing may be True…then together they could raise the\nprobability that each particle in the universe possesses energy…and\npow! that everything in the universe is composed of\nparticles…yahoo! that every particle is composed of energy…wham!\nwhen one particle was added to a plankton…it stopped floating like\na leaf and began to move…away from danger..towards food…this\nmeant that that one particle that was added must have possessed\nconsciousness…because there was no significant change in the\nplankton’s DNA…The simplest thing that could have been added would\nhave been a hydrogen ion….an atom whose electron was missing…thus\nthis atom’s nucleus…was revealed!….it could impact the world\naround it…This led to the possibility that energy in all of its\nforms…possesses consciousness…so wow! this led to the possibility\nthat each nucleus of every atom in the Cosmos …possesses\nconsciousness!….<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSo\nthe I<\/em> led to the development of a Science of Everything…but\nit in turn led to a new Scientific Method…Before the Science of\nEverything… every Truth that scientists possessed…was won from\nempirical proof….one would have to be able to examine the nucleus\nof atom somehow and ascertain somehow that it possessed\nconsciousness…Well, none of this was possible…but a new method\nwas developed where several disciplines could be used at once…to\nprovide circumstantial evidence that something might be True…and\nthat by using all of these disciplines… probability could be\nincreased as close to 100 percent as possible that something was\nTrue… and then that hypothesis could be utilized as if it were\nTrue…If such a hypothesis worked . then that was good enough…in\nfact as time went on…the utilization of such hypotheses brought\nsuch dramatic results…that these results became empirical proof\nthemselves…..Absolute empirical proof …was no longer\nrequired..This was a new…Scientific Method! This Method led to\ncures for cancer…and the development of very efficient computer\nchips….<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOne\nsurprising conclusion of all of this…a conclusion reached\nimmediately was…that I’<\/em>s do not die… at least that is the\ntheory…and it appears that all of this has about an 85 percent\nprobability that it is True….it all comes from the Law regarding\nthe conservation of energy… There was a finite amount of energy at\nthe beginning of time… There is still that much today… it is just\nspread out more… so the theory goes… So if energy embodies,\ncontains, is imbued with…consciousness…and energy is\neternal…its quantity never wavers…then there must be just so many\nI’s<\/em> in the Cosmos… and that number will always be… That is\na thought which should be comforting to all of us… \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tIt\nis just that we are not certain as to where our particular I<\/em>\nwill be located… at any particular moment…in the future….An\neternity is a long time… You don’t want your I<\/em> to be\nsomewhere lonely… or somewhere nasty… or somewhere dark… All\nof this…just makes us all try hard… to be Good! … very, very\nGood…just to be sure….<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tBecause\nof the abrupt ending to school, the students in Omicron’s groups were\nrequired only to hand in work they had completed to date and\ninstructors’ evaluations would be based on those submissions. He,\nlike the other students, was paid a base salary for going to\nschool… However, the money received from worthy projects and\nreports in the past that typically were not completed until the last\nweek of the term… had been for him…a substantial monetary\naddition to this. It was clear that this additional money would not\nbe forthcoming this year… In addition to this disappointment, his\nhopes for having a musical drama presented in the tribal compound\nwere now dashed. Thus, he had lost his opportunity to gain national\nattention, which would have increased his chances to gain admittance\nto the United States Music Academy in New York. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSimultaneously…suddenly\nOmicron realized that this is the way his boyhood education… and\nhis boyhood, in general… was ending. He had learned the equivalent\nof what sons of the Egyptian ruling class had learned when they\nsupposedly went underground at the age of eight for a period of\ntwenty-two years. Omicron now had a solid foundation of knowledge\nand had developed the habits and skills necessary to create new\nideas. He was now eligible to apply for admission to college or\nmusic school, or both. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOmicron\nsat in his music room at eleven o’clock, ‘monday’ morning. The days\nof the week…just didn’t seem to be capitalized for him any more. \nHe had handed in his contributions, truncated as they were, to\nCerebrum, where the proper authorities would evaluate them, give\ngrades for course work undertaken and ascertain that graduation was\nearned. Such it was…that he suddenly now had time on his\nhands…His first inclination was to try and remain creative…He\nwould work on music theory….However, once he sat at the piano and\nattempted to play…he realized that he had more important work to\ndo…He really had to stop…and think a while…. As he tried to\nsort out disorganized and conflicting ideas concerning the future,\nhis mind reflected upon the education process he had just\nfinished….He frankly had no idea what his next step should be. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tThe\ndoor to the music room opened and Steve’s lean, wiry, strong torso\nappeared. It was obvious that he had been up for a while…He was\nmoving around early…for an ‘owl’….<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Handed\nyour stuff in, I guess,’ he said as he slid a giant pillow close to\nthe piano to sit on. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Now,\nyoung man, you have some decisions to make. You have conducted\ncompetent research regarding the Science of Everything, considering\nman and woman’s behavior in light of the fact… that we are, indeed,\nanimals…When the social sciences are placed upon a biological\nbase…as we now know they should be…then the social sciences\nbecome one with the biological and physical sciences..All the\ndisciplines now have the same methodologies…the same language…We\nare now…all working with the same things…working on the same\nthings…And because all the sciences are one now…well, now they\ncan \u201ctalk\u201d to each other…disciplines are .no longer\nisolated…each in its own monastery cell…Research may now be\nconducted in light of all the disciplines, with respect to all the\nsciences. This has accelerated progress in research…thousands of\ntimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tWell,\nbecause of this, research now is very interesting…very\nexciting…You could apply to the Nation’s University and probably be\nadmitted to commence studies right away. On the other hand, if you\ndecide to go to a music academy, your excellent work could earn you a\nposition within a week or two. You have studied piano and guitar\ndiligently. You have learned the principles of composition and have\nlearned to express ideas by means of your music. You have made\nadvances to the existing music theory. Several productions you have\nworked on… have been presented in the community…with success. \nEither way, University or academy, you’d probably miss this whole\nmilitary mess altogether.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSteve\nrocked forward, hands on his knees, to rise from the pillow. He\npaced, briefly… surveying the Beauty of the Bay through the\nmembrane. He then began to measure and re-measure the width of the\nroom as Omicron turned on the bench to face him. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Personally,\nI wish you would stay here. And it’s not just because you are my son\nand I wish you would stay near us and work in the community. In all\nspecies, when the young grow up, they must go their own way. That’s\nlife. \t‘What I am concerned about is your progress in terms of\ndeveloping all of your potential powers. If you stay here, you will\nbe a lieutenant in my command. This experience will be a valuable\nfirst step towards developing leadership abilities that one day may\nbe used to be chieftain of the tribe or perhaps a general in the\nmilitary. It is my conviction that a man, a woman must not be\ncontent to develop only part of the talents and resources at his or\nher disposal. A man, a woman… is whole. There are many aspects to\nhis or her personality. A man, a woman, must grow in a multitude of\nways if he or she is to command the earth. And to succeed in this…\nis to do \u201cno more than accomplish one’s mission here on earth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Physical\ncreativity, the production and raising of children is the first\nsource of joy and happiness for man and woman. Well, it stands to\nreason that procreation would be a source of great reward…since it\nis of paramount importance for the survival of the species…But the\nfact is…joy and happiness for some reason…for humans…can be\nderived from two other types of creativity…Most people in the world\nmust be content with joy and happiness coming from physical\ncrreativity. However, in this day and age wherein each family is now\nlimited to having one child or none, this joy must be supplemented. \nWell it so happens…that Joy and happiness may also be gained from\nintellectual creativity. That is….the creation of concepts, ideas,\ncan be very rewarding. However, if a man or woman is to reap full\njoy and happiness from life, then he or she must fully exercise his\nor her abilities to create products from ideas, to work in the primal\nband, to create social change, and to work on the highest levels of\nCosmic energies. He or she must go beyond physical and intellectual\ncreativity… One must impact the external world… One must move\non… to creativity… on a Cosmic plane. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘When\na man or woman succeeds in these things, his or her impact upon the\nearth will live beyond his or her death. And the satisfactions to be\nderived from life on earth will be of the greatest magnitude. He or\nshe may then die a fulfilled man or woman, one with the universe, one\nwith the Cosmos. These benefits I desire you to have. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘However,\nthe path I am describing is not an easy one. Joy and happiness in\nthis life are not your just due… merely because you are here. Pain\nand joy are not opposites. A man striving painfully to raise\nchildren derives a joy which more than compensates for that pain. \nPain is but a signal in our bodies which tells the mind that the body\nis being mutilated. Pain is psychological. It is only a mental\ntool. One must not fear pain. One must not fear death. One must\nonly fear the cessation of growth. One must always strive for the\nheights in life, strive \u201cfor the Light which illuminates the\nmysteries of life.\u201d’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSteve\nfidgeted as he looked at the gray water, brown hills, and clouding\nsky. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘My\ngreat grandfather fought with his pen and with his voice for this way\nof life which we are fortunate to have today. The hardest work has\nbeen done. All we have to do is put down this one last challenge. \nThen we’ll be free to progress. That doesn’t mean there won’t be\nproblems. We are men and women with flaws and weaknesses. We all\nhave good aspirations… However, we all have lethargic tendencies. \nIt is a constant fight for a man or woman to be master of himself or\nherself. It is a constant fight for a society to be master over\nmatter.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSteve\nstood and stretched. He regularly operated with six hours of sleep. \nHis muscles tightened in anticipation of a surge from this early\nmomentary gentle initiation of motion… to an astonishing list of\ntasks and appointments scheduled for his day. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘I\nwill have to have your answer by Friday. On Saturday, the troops\nwill be leaving for battle. It is a decision only you can make. I\nwould admonish you though… that the decision you make will\ndrastically affect your future progress. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘We’re\ngearing up the equipment and gathering supplies this week. However,\nif you have any questions, I’ll be available to you any time of the\nday or night until Sunday. Good luck. I’ll see you later.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSteve\ngave the grand piano a pat with his hand as he wound his way out of\nthe room. Omicron began to finger the keys of the piano again. The\nreal question, he said to himself, is whether one can really be an\nartist, write aesthetically important and interesting music, and be a\ncommander of the troops. I like research… he continued thinking. \nHowever, music is my Life. I’ll always do research too, because I\ndon’t want to have to rely on music for an income. I know I could\nhave a fairly good basic salary if I did almost nothing, although no\none is allowed to be idle in the communities. There is always baby\nsitting, equipment maintenance, and odd jobs to be done. I do not\nwant to have any constraints on my composition. I could just do some\nstupid job and not place the burden of earning energy credits upon my\ndevelopment of music theory…If a piece is successful and popular,\nfine. If not, that’s fine, too. I need to have freedom to write\nmusic the way I feel it should be written based on classical\nforms…and with breakthroughs in a 12-tone scale theory… I must be\nable to express ideas I want to express. How will I ever have time\nto be in the military, be a leader in the community, conduct\nresearch, constantly fight for the Right, and write good music, too?!\n \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Is\nit wise for me to delay my studies another month, or a year… while\nI go out and get killed in a war? I know what Dad is saying. \nOmicron looked at the water and sky. God knows, Dad has been\npounding these ideas into my head all my life. But I don’t have to\nprove to myself that I’m great. I know that I can do some good\nthings. I don’t see how I can be made a better person by ordering\nother people around. Just what the world is looking for…a singing\ngeneral! \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tI\njust want to be at peace with myself and with Nature. I want to have\nas much time as possible for my art. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tWith\nthat, he began to compose a song,… However, it was confused and\ndepressingly too much like other songs he had written before. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tWell,\nI’ll do better this evening, he thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tA\nhalf an hour later found Omicron in the bluffs above the village. \nThere wasn’t much else to do. A storm was forecast for the week,\nwith even greater storms after that. Omicron breathed in the fresh\nair that blew in from over the mountain and the ocean beyond. \nSomeday I’ll live by the ocean and just write music all day long, he\nsaid to himself in reverie. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAll\nof a sudden a thought hit him. It was at once so obvious and yet so\nprofound that he couldn’t help laughing at himself for not thinking\nof it in such a gravitating way before. When other people looked at\nhim, they obviously were thinking this obvious thought… He had\ngraduated from school! He was done with the formal part of his\neducation. Of course, in this day and age, one was a student for\nlife. The machines had taken over most of the routinized work of\nlife. One was almost forced to do creative work in almost every job\nthat was available. Yet the formative part of his education was\ncompleted. Before the pump can work, it must be primed, and the\nhuman brain required approximately thirteen years of priming in the\nhome and at school. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tHe\nwas now aware of the relationship among the past, present, and\nfuture. The Truth is…of course…that there is only the present. \nWe possess a memory…how much of a memory an atom possesses is not\ncertain…But without a substantial memory, there is no past…and\nwithout a past, one cannot extrapolate into a future…The past must\nbe understood before problems can even be addressed in the present.\nThe real Truth is… both past and present must be understood and\nbasic cause and effect relationships must be recognized, and\ndeterminants for first causes of these relationships must be found…\nbefore one can project what might happen in the future…that is,\nwhat might happen if a person does nothing…Then…even if a person\ndoes take action…what must be done…to keep things the same?..Even\na decision like that…must be based on knowledge from the\npast…just to allow things to flow the way in which they are\nflowing…such that things do not deteriorate. Thus must it not be\neven more challenging…must not one know many things from the\npast… if he or she desires to actually impact the world…if one\nactually desires to take action… .desires .to change the future…\nfor the better! \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tIn\nmathematics, he understood that the numbers are all related one to\nthe other in a system that is constructed by the left side of the\nbrain. In this way, the analytical mind builds the number system out\nof nothing…the system is all built deductively from the null set,\n\u03c6… that is…\nliterally, from nothing… which means that mathematical patterns\ncreated by the left side of the brain are useless and have no\nrelationship to the world unless they are filled with a synthesis of\nconcepts which are formulated on the basis of similarity and\ninductive generalization by the right side of the brain. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAlso,\nhe knew that the world is divided into mind and matter…that is,\nthere are two things…there is consciousness… and the external\nworld…The main job of consciousness is to create tools with which\nto impact the world around us…Knowledge is the collection of those\nmental tools which are available to impact matter in the external\nworld…Knowledge…is artifacts…it is concrete evidence of\nconsciousness…working…operating in the past…Scientists see this\nfrom the first…from the first emergence of Life. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAnother\nfundamental concept is… that however important the mind is to man\nand woman, they cannot neglect or denigrate the needs of the body,\nwhich is a part of the matter external to one’s mind. It is to be\nremembered that the sexual differentiation of human beings into man\nand woman is a fundamental part of the process of evolution. It had\nto have happened when plant and animal diverged…which was when Life\nwas in the form…of plankton! Sex should not be considered a\n‘dirty,’ irrelevant pastime to the man who would wish to maximize joy\nand happiness in his life. Man is an animal and his physical\nactivities must be viewed in a way that is consistent with all other\nanimals. The relationship between man and woman is paramount in\nimportance… for great joy and happiness was to be derived from the\nextended family and its extension, the primal band. This does not\nmean that primal urges can be allowed to surge where they wished. \nMomentary passion and fleeting sensory pleasure must always in every\ncase be subordinate to the continual search for joy and happiness in\nLife. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tScientists\nnow understood the importance of the pair-bond in human sexual\nrelationships. Polygyny has appeared in the evolution of man and\nwoman…even in the twentieth century most societies allowed men to\nhave more than one wife…This practice began with agrarian\nrevolution and empire five thousand years ago…when wealth first\nappeared and the relative equality that had previously existed in\nbands disappeared…and slavery appeared… However, as scientists\nnow know…even where polygny is practiced…there still exists\npair-bonding…for example, there can be one male and several females\nconnected strongly together…it is the attachment, not the\nexclusivity, that is key…Hugh Hefner said that he Loved his\nwomen…each as if she were his only…And each, he\nmaintained…Loved him in the same way…In the history of\nmankind…the sultan…has had…his privileges….In female\ndominated human societies…the equivalent to Wonder Women…has had\nher harem also…in the same way…In contrast…in chimpanzee\nculture, the ‘A’ guy might have his harem…yet his females sneak off\nwith other males …any time they have the opportunity and\ninclination to do so…There does seem to be in humanity…an innate\ndesire to bond<\/em> with one person… and this desire can never be\nfully suppressed or replaced…even in a polygynist society…or even\nby a highly elaborate set of ethical rules created arbitrarily in an\nartificially formed community… designed precisely for the purpose\nof cutting that connection. Many artificially created communities\nhave tried to abolish the nuclear and extended family…and have\nfailed. As was said…animals do not seem to possess such a thing..\nyet there may be a hidden kind of connection that is realized…some\nsort of bonding…that is a consequence of mating…. even if such\ninteraction is only one time…and momentary…<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSo,\nit seems for humans, pair-bonding is paramount in importance… This\nis consistent with the Tribe’s theology…wherein it is believed that\none purpose of Life on earth…may be to secure an attachment with\none other…an attachment so intense and complete that it may carry\nover into the eternities after death…a connection so\nprofound…that it would guarantee that an atom will continue to\nexist in the Light…saved from the ubiquitous darkness that composes\nninety-seven percent of the universe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOmicron\nunderstood that the Laws of matter and the movement that matter\ndisplays are related to the energy from and by which matter and\nmovement are produced. He understood that knowledge was produced by\nprocesses of the brain, which is entirely matter and therefore,\nknowledge possesses a structure. Knowledge is the fruit of the\napplication of the structure and connecting processes of the mind\nupon sensory data received concerning matter in the external\nworld…In addition…ultimately, knowledge is a gift given to one\nwho is vigilant enough…worthy enough… to understand implications\nfrom the Laws that permeates the Cosmos…. such as the Law of Will\nand the Law of Love…Thus, the generation of knowledge is a gift of\nbiology…and a gift of the Cosmos… to an individual… Thus,\nthere is no reason for an intelligent person to be proud,\nself-satisfied, or rewarded in an extravagant manner. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAlso,\nman and woman’s perception of external matter is finite… the\nuniverse and the variety of objects and movements which it displays\ncompared to our small ability to perceive,…is infinite… Thus, all\nhuman knowledge and therefore, Truth, are finite and incomplete and\nalways increasing without bounds. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOmicron\nhad learned from his father and from first hand experience that Truth\ndoes not come easily and must be pursued in an indefatigable and\nsystematic manner. In order for knowledge to be gained, man must\nquiet his passions and decrease his concern for material things.\n‘Turn your face toward the Sun of Justice and the knowledge of what\nis True shall be given unto you,’ sounded his father’s voice in his\nmemory. Omicron now understood that with the completion of school in\nthe community, he had now passed a Cosmic second step towards the\nheavens…. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tBefore\nhim came a vision, as he father had described it, of a woman seated\non the threshold of the Temple of Isis… it was the symbol of Cosmic\nstep number 2… Knowledge… The woman wore a golden crown, on top\nof which was a crescent moon. A veil fell from the crown over her\nface and half-covered a book in her lap. She was waiting to lead\nOmicron on to higher paths of Truth and knowledge and unlock for him\nNature’s secrets. With this thought…rays of sun broke through the\nclouds, producing a broad beam of Light which contrasted with the\ngray… and flashed in brilliant glints off the water. Perhaps he\nwould strive to learn more about the universe around him. Perhaps\nmusic was just one vehicle to communicate Truth… Truth which must\nbe found through the vigorous pursuit of knowledge. Perhaps then,\nhis primary occupation in Life should be the search for Truth in all\nareas of Life. When Truth was found, he would be responsible for the\ndissemination of this knowledge by means of communication of these\nideas through various modes,…one of which would be music. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tStill\nit would be nice to go to the music academy for a while anyway, he\nthought. Then I can concentrate upon the pursuit of knowledge later\non. But whatever I do, there is no reason I need to be king of the\nworld or anything. The creation of new ideas and music is an\nimportant enough contribution in itself. With this he began his\ndescent toward home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tIt\nwas dusk. Omicron was walking idly around the perimeter of the\nlagoon near the tribal compound. And there she was,…seated on a\nflat rock, looking at expanding concentric circles issued from\npebbles tossed one after another into the mirrored surface. Aura’s\nfather had come to talk with Steve. He was picking up the work that\nhad been completed to this point as little further work was expected\nto be done for some time. Aura had accompanied her father on this\ntrip. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘So\nwhat are your plans, Omicron?’ Aura asked. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tIt\nwas as if the calamitous climate had dissolved the walls of isolation\nwhich had existed between them. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘I\nshall probably travel east to a music academy,’ Omicron said,\nremitting an answer wired into his mind… an answer he had\nautomatically given people for a year without reflection. It was as\nif the words themselves were shaping, moving his life. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAura’s\nface quickly darkened. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘There\nwill be war. Our communities are threatened. You will not stay and\nfight?’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAnother\npebble jarred the icy cold surface. Aura had just completed her\nfinal laboratory work and was suffering from the normal\npost-graduation depression that came in spite of the fact that she\nhad done superior work. She was also upset because the traditional\ngraduation dance had been postponed indefinitely. She had so looked\nforward to dressing up in the beautiful dress she had bought for the\noccasion and sweeping across the floor with her Prince Charming. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tThen,\ntoo, there was the impending battle, which was the cause for the\ndisruption in their community’s life, which preyed on her mind. She\ncould not blame Omicron for wanting to avoid the fighting. On the\nother hand, she could not imagine how one could so easily turn his\nback on his community when it was in danger. His behavior, however,\nwas consistent with her rational assessment of his character and\npotential at this point. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘It\nis important for me now,’ he said, ‘to be exposed to new experiences,\nnew teachers, just new things in general, which would really help my\nmusic.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tA\nfew more pebbles sank, throwing up tiny columns of water after them. \n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tThen\nAura spoke, in an almost breathless manner, like a worn, old woman. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘Experiences\nare experiences. It’s not so much what you experience,…a variety\nof things happen everywhere. It is how you react to and learn from\nyour experiences that counts. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘These\ncommunities are my Life. If I were a man, I would want to stay and\nprotect them. All of this… our communities, this way of Life…\ncould be lost. You should think of all you might lose, as well as\nall the benefits you supposedly will gain,’ she lectured, a bit too\nvigorously, given their lack of familiarity with each other and her\nsupposed disinterest in him. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘A\nman may search the earth for treasure, only to find that it has\nexisted under his nose all along.’ \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tA\nfew drops of rain fell. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘I\nwouldn’t be gone that long,’ Omicron said, for the first time\nactually contemplating the drastic changes which would soon be taking\nplace in his Life whatever he decided. ‘I’ll return to work in\nGolden Sun Tribe. But in the meantime, I won’t have much to write\nmusic about unless I keep exploring, learning, and growing.’<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tThe\nrain was falling fast now. Aura still sat, as if to prolong the\nmoment, regardless of the drenching she was absorbing. She looked up\nat him fondly, and took his hands in hers. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t‘I\nknow you will make the correct decision,’ she said with warmth.\n\tOmicron was stunned by this demonstration of feelings by her towards\nhim. It was as if the times allowed and sanctified direct expression\nof True feelings. And Omicron found himself looking deeply into her\ngolden brown eyes, and for the first time realizing the depth of the\nfeelings he had for her. The moment was eternal, as they paused,\ntransfixed. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAs\nhe moved along the shore of the lagoon before retreating upwards to\nhis cluster, Omicron walked slowly, oblivious to the driving rain\nupon him. Her face, her smile, the gentleness, sweetness, her\nintelligence, her concern for others, the community,…what a\nwonderful person she was!… And she liked him! A symphony exploded\nwithin him. A rush of emotion and passion coursed through his veins,\ninto his brain, to his ears. Yes, there was music! He walked out on a\nsmall pier out over the water…and looked up into the darkness,\nthrough the rain, through the clouds… and there in the smoky-white\nblanket above him was an opening, framing a golden, celestial sphere.\n Omicron was aware that in that second, in that Cosmic second,…he\nwas writing a song. Superficially, the song was addressed to that\nwhich he saw above. In its essence was the song an offering to his\nfirst Love. The song rose within him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOh\nmoon, which shines above,<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tTell\nmy lady of my love, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOf\nthe burning coal which burns within my breast. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOh\nmoon, which glows on high. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tShine\ndown where my Love doth lie. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tMay\nkind thoughts of me fill her peaceful rest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tBrilliant\ndiamond sphere, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tTell\nmy love to never fear. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tMy\nlove for her will never pale. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSilver\nradiant gem, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tMy\nlove will never dim \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tLike\nthy light tonight \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tE’re\nbe strong and never fail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tOh\nruler of the night, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tWho\nreigns o’er starry light, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tKeep\nwatch o’er my love for me. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tTil\nthe morning’s dawn \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tAnd\nnight’s doubts and darkness gone, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tFlood\nmy lady with rays of hope for what might be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tBrilliant\ndiamond sphere, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tTell\nmy love to never fear. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tMy\nlove for her will never pale. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tSilver\nradiant gem, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tMy\nlove will never dim, \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tLike\nthy light tonight \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n \tE’re\nbe strong…<\/p>\n\n\n\n \t\nand never fail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In wonder, in awe of the powers within him of which he had been previously unaware, which had suddenly been unleashed, caught up in the ecstasy of Love… Omicron stood… his clothing hanging from his body… saturated with streaming water… his gaze was transfixed…looking upward…forever… through the night.