Nippon had told himself, he was different than the run of mill people, and
actually he said there were 3% of people like him in the world, that simply
were different, and perhaps to other people, a little stranger, for people called
it absurdness, or indifference when in essence it was perhaps all that,
yet those like him were, people with no
impedimenta, no provisions, necessities, no baggage to carry around, or such to
ricochet back to them, that he lived in a world of adumbration, one with a
sketchy outline yes, a foreshadow yes, but what can one do, what one is like,
is hard to change! So he had asked
himself time and again, and he figured it out after long study into several
ologies, and figured there was two links to Homo sapiens, it’s the way God was
testing the madness of man: the first being the Neanderthals, they diverged
from a common ancestor in what scientists claimed there was a gap in the
anthropological record, and that was the Homo heidelbergensis. He explained it
all to his second mind, his mind’s eye, it was simply, new genetic date caused
the divergence, and its nuclear DNA was the link between the heidelbergensis homo, and the Neanderthal simply as baking a pie; this divergence
perhaps took place sometime between 125,000 B.C., and 40,000 B.C., and since
nuclear DNA accounts for organisms, that is to say, their construction, located
in the nucleus of one’s cells, this 500,000-year gap was filled once and for
all by the heidelbergensis homo, and then came the forbears, the homo sapiens, that being: their diversion into the new genetic
pool of what would eventual be humanity. Thus this proto-Neanderthal, became
civilized in time, and through karyokninesis (the fusing of cell nuclei as in fertilization), chromosome
arrangement, occurring in the cells of embryos, perhaps it was for that reason
God developed some similarities. Crazy? Of course! Germs created a stir, and
from the stir aroused the end product, man.
And then Adam and Eve took the fork in the path (the new breed—the
perfect man and woman), the wrong fork in the path, and then God allowed those Neanderthal like
folk, with the heidelbergensis gene in them that they now had, mingle with God’s Garden of Eden folk since
there was no longer ‘the Garden of Eden’ per se, and what did He get, other than a pile of crickets? Today’s
humanity, and thus, Christendom to follow.
Now in
the 21st Century, 3% of the population were like him he told
himself, still with genetic material inherited from that lost maternal line,
from 800,000 to 428,000 B.C., and Nippon was one of the successors.
“Now
who can blame me,” exclaimed Nippon to his listener, “actually, we 3% are less subject to diseases, our
immune systems are stronger than the average person’s, so we were cursed and
blessed, less emotions, more stamina.”
To
Nippon, he didn’t know why everyone didn’t know this, since it was obvious to
him, saying to himself: ‘Why do people
take it out on me?’ But his spiritual double, had a more inebriate, or over the moon, answer, ‘Had not God
changed man’s chemistry, there would have been an epidemic of madness! No
glimmer of light for salvation!’
“Soon I will die, like the drunk” he chattered on while putting on his
socks, “is there any regret? There will be no memory of me. Only a few
questions by the police, to make out a report, so why become overwhelmed with
passion for life or death, the sun will die, the galaxy will fall into a black
hole, and earth with its moon too, and earth’s whole solar system like a bag
full of marbles, will be messed up in that black hole like a bowl full of
crickets, and spit out into creating a new galaxy that will create a hundred
thousand new stars and solar systems, and perhaps if God willing, a new earth,
and perhaps a new world flood to get rid of the rip raft.
“Man can beat gold and bronze to his will, learn the laws of nature and
the forces of the universe, but time is his master and there is no remedy for
death. Death is man’s incitement to live
that is why we build on earth a little world, to capture, or be captured by a gravitational
wave of time and space—sometime yet to be—as it goes sweeping on by, perhaps to
shed some light on us: a million, or a
billion years later, to say ‘we were here.’ To tell of the monsters and the
Tiamat, and Christ and the Cross, and the enthroned gods of Olympus, to tell all
the mysteries of mankind to whomever will take all this information, to be
placed in a pocket of that one gravitational wave, that will circle the universe
forever, and forevermore. What shall we put into that pocket: hope to enter
into immortality, somewhere, someplace in the 4th Dimension? And
when we do enter, if we do enter, we enter what we are indeed, not what you
seem to be, or think we are. But what we really are, with no pretense. All make
believe is over. We must do as all humankind must do: face the fact, we must
leave what is in the past, in the past, and not yield to it, they are wounds
the imagination inflicts upon one and all.”
Now Nippon was interrupted with his second voice that eerie voice,
that whispered to him more often than not, although in agreement with him, he
had something to say: “So you
see,” said the voice, “you got to be flawless, or ordinary, which means like everyone
else, you got to do some saber-rattling to survive, then bury the hatchet, if
you are more animated like those protesters—liken to the squeaky wheel—you’ll
be heard, and left alone, people will perchance think you more human.”
This did not go over very well with Nippon, “Listen
up,” he conjured, “In time yet to be we will all end up being newly discovered,
250-million years from now, a new species, in some fossil record out of some
new risen continent, as yet to be discovered, it will be the work of some
archeologist, or anthropologist at some ancient site, we will have been to him some
massive prehistoric civilization (for nothing written will be left), that all fell
to extinction—like the ancient wolf (Canis Etrusous), wiped-out like the
dinosaurs and those fierce lizards before them, that gave rise to the
dinosaurs. We will be the new Archosauriforms to them, perhaps a lost civilization triggered by
some galactic, cosmological event, perchance a stray asteroid some twenty-five
hundred feet in length, with an uncountable tonnage, event hitting earth, and
blasting it with a million meteorites; or atomic war, and volcanic eruptions
thereafter turning the earth upside-down.”
Nippon’s second voice silent, preferring to hold his thoughts, trying as
he might, not to be too eerie, but that was an impossible task, “You
should never have moved to Lima, you should have stayed in Huancayo, you loved
the Andes, and the Mantaro Valley, did you not?”
Nippon smiled, his pal was right, the Mantaro Valley was another
world, with its own simplicity, its own personality, its own folklore, customs,
traditions, foods, he missed it, but for the potential recognition he had
stayed in Peru’s Capital City.
Note: ‘Nippon Eldritch Vigil’ 1245-words/Written
3-20-2016 (was to be part of ‘Anthills of Lima,’ taken out as a separate work.)
