The sooner we realize that T. Rex is dead ’n’ gone forever, the better off we’ll be. If we are to survive as a species, we must overcome the temptation to gobble up everything that stands in the way of our gaining complete ego control of our destiny—behavior which is so destructive, it causes the mind to lose control of the body, the right hand, control of the left, like a schizophrenic whose ability to reason has been lost to instinct. Stripped of all that is human, the left strikes back, in the only way possible when reason gives way to terror, with the ferocity of a cornered animal. Naturally, the right sees such actions as barbaric, and rightfully so, for what remains unconscious is bound to act like a beast if the human aspect of the behavior is denied expression on the physical plane. The more the right represses the left, the more barbaric become the actions of the left. In the deadly game of tit for tat that invariably follows, neither side ever comes to the realization that it is Wisdom the two must obey, one way or the other, in truth or in beastly fashion. Either we embrace the truth that transcends our differences or we condemn ourselves to living out a hellish existence in which we prey upon each other, like dinosaurs, until nigh a one of us is left.

Yet, I found the one to be just as big a liar and thief as the other, for neither one even came close to the image of the original man. Whereas the right tended to look like the good guy, and the left, the bad guy, underneath the deception, they both looked like wolves in sheep’s clothing. What the right took from the rest of us through brute economics, the left took away through brute politics. T. Rexes in disguise, the two fed off the rest of us, like true carnivores, with brute force. And with plenty of propaganda to go around, they both told us we could have it all if only we’d sell our souls to them. Little did they tell us that pyramids are built upon the backs of all those from whom everything has been taken. As the two economically and politically gobbled up the world, with an insatiable appetite for what only the truth could ever satisfy, they threatened each other with extinction. For the two needed to return to the wildest parts of the imagination—to go the way of all dinosaurs—so that the rest of us might live in peace.

Try as I may, to conjure up an image of the original man, I would invariably see my self running from some church, struggling to hold back the tremendous upwelling of emotion that had besieged me with tears. And I recall having the experience on more than one occasion, always after the reading of the post-communion prayer at a mass on a Sunday. Never before had I been warned, in such a manner, that something was about to happen. Had I stirred up something I shouldn’t have?

The sooner we realize that T. Rex is dead ‘n’ gone forever, the better off we’ll be. If we are to survive as a species, we must overcome the temptation to gobble up everything that stands in the way of our gaining complete ego control of our destiny—behavior which is so destructive, it causes the mind to lose control of the body, the right hand, control of the left, like a schizophrenic whose ability to reason has been lost to instinct. Stripped of all that is human, the left strikes back, in the only way possible when reason gives way to terror, with the ferocity of a cornered animal. Naturally, the right sees such actions as barbaric, and rightfully so, for what remains unconscious is bound to act like a beast if the human aspect of the behavior is denied expression on the physical plane. The more the right represses the left, the more barbaric become the actions of the left. In the deadly game of tit for tat that invariably follows, neither side ever comes to the realization that it is Wisdom the two must obey, one way or the other, in truth or in beastly fashion. Either we embrace the truth that transcends our differences or we condemn ourselves to living out a hellish existence in which we prey upon each other, like dinosaurs, until nigh a one of us is left.

While I waited for the sun to shed some light on the matter, the ship set out for Yankee Station, full steam ahead. As the days dragged on, into one long day, from which the nights seemed but a brief respite, we inched our way ever closer to the murderous task we’d been sent here to perform. After all, hadn’t we been enlisted by those back home to do their dirty work for them, to butcher other human beings, their women and children? Although we no longer overtly cannibalized each other, we nonetheless gobbled up human flesh at an alarming rate. Consumed by the fire that burned within, had we turned into raptors instead of turning to rapture, that mystical experience in which the spirit is exalted to a knowledge of divine things. And so did we return, like any T. Rex in those days, to the killing fields to stalk our prey, that image of the original man we sought with such a voracious appetite.

Yet, I found the one to be just as big a liar and thief as the other, for neither one even came close to the image of the original man. Whereas the right tended to look like the good guy, and the left, the bad guy, underneath the deception, they both looked like wolves in sheep’s clothing. What the right took from the rest of us through brute economics, the left took away through brute politics. T. Rexes in disguise, the two fed off the rest of us, like true carnivores, with brute force. And with plenty of propaganda to go around, they both told us we could have it all if only we’d sell our souls to them. Little did they tell us that pyramids are built upon the backs of all those from whom everything has been taken. As the two economically and politically gobbled up the world, with an insatiable appetite for what only the truth could ever satisfy, they threatened each other with extinction. For the two needed to return to the wildest parts of the imagination—to go the way of all dinosaurs—so that the rest of us might live in peace.