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Australia Views
Aborigine Australians were probably rain-makers.
Uluru may have been the rain scraper.
Throughout contemporary and ancient history, mankind has had a remarkably ignorant relationship with
precipitation. What we admire as progressive initiative in research and engineering may only in fact be little more than an insignificant fraction in the
possibility of human reason and other higher forms of thought any human individual
might be capable of.
The ancient aborigines marched to the different tune, as it were, and came up with stewardship fire-setting in order to do what we now might tend to think of as
preventative burns of the bush or scrub or woodland to keep later more life-threatening bush fires from happening.
But were they doing more? We don't know, and worse, have refused to know about the concept of cloud seeding as it was called in the 1950's. You see, when someone has proffered the illusion of being learned, that person or group of them, even worse, will actually stand in the way of discovery until they happen upon some actual research they can steal safely.
The aboriginal scientists lacked what so-called civilization had and that was a form of literature capability that used characters on a portable shiffe of any sort such as paper, that, when in conjunction with a learned mind, could act as a sort of tape recorder to
reproduce words, much as you're doing now as you "read" (catchy word) this text I have set down.
We imagine this to be a great thing, but it is trivial compared to what else we might have come up with by now. Stop thinking do highly of yourself and maybe you'll get somewhere for a change. Maybe you'll start making historic, landmark strides and be hated by everyone,
hemlock cocktails extended to you from everywhere in the bristling crowd.
What do you think all this artwork is about that I've been trying to show you on my
website, which for now is at http//www.paulhallart.com? It's a non-literature communication that is beyond reading. Literature has it's drawbacks. For one thing, truly significant bits of literature can be lost in a sea of documents which have little value except to hide the
important or truly useful things.
The aboriginal rainmaker, on the other hand, if existent, would have passed on the information by word of mouth, which would then have been sorted out in the minds of thousands of individuals as to priority and then passed on at meetings or encounters. Literature, any literature, of true importance or not, has a tendency of taking a
permanent and dominant level of priority in the subconscious of the reader, which, if said literature has been trivial, will trivialize that reader's thoughts and tend to dominate his or her or her or his or their (safer pronoun)
behavior and thinking.
This was evident in the 1970's when top priority was placed on those who had earned their bachelor's degree. At that time humans stopped their exploration of deep space. It was the advent of pseudo science and of the business major's
cliché, "I'm no scientist, but...". Yes, you who hold such a vaunted place in your hearts for the achievement of great literature, there is a warning
label on the package. Use selectively and with extreme caution. You become what you take in, especially in the case of reading.
Why the camp fire? What's that all about. Interesting, that. Falling asleep in my chair at my digs in Oxford, during those winter months, having put about five or so shillings in the coin box of my little gas
meter (you got fifteen minutes for five pence in those days), I could reach a threshold
of waking and sleeping where I could hear words being pronounced in the noise of the gas flames in the fireplace. As we put it in contemporary American jargon, I "blew it off". Though as a boy, I found I could listen to my choice of music in the drone of the inboard engine of the Mark Two as it droned up the Ashley River next to Charleston.
Have you ever heard of the "fire watchers" of numerous bronze age societies? They would sit all night and in the obscurity of the early morning's darkness, watch the brilliance of the flames, often
enhancing them with special oils that produced colors. Or do you recall that plastic chain
molecules were discovered, not by research, but in a dream?
The question is, dear reader, how primitive are we. If we begin to realize that we are the cave people, the pre-bronze age simpletons, they we will grow into a new stature and stop being such asses.
Could it be then, that these stone age individuals actually discovered how to generate appropriate particulate matter to initiate a butterfly effect that causes rain, obviously something of vital importance to inhabitants of arid regions? And what of the profundity of such a discovery? It might be rather nothing more than astute observation, something often replaced in contemporary scientific
endeavor by trial and error.
The bush or wild fire, also called the forest fire, may actually be the vehicle whose heat launches the appropriate particular matter, such as the
destructive distillates of certain carboniferous compounds which form an ionic trail of some sort from the dry area to the wet area of the global
weather system, something that would be a weather system existent in nature for all time, the smoke plume being a "calling card" as it were from
dry to wet. Or, as the Germans put it, einz, swai, dry.
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