THE TALE OF THE THREE BROTHERS

It was one of those timeless farms. Timeless, not because it will last forever, but simply because no one actually really knew how old it was.

It was one of those centennial Lego houses. A quarry being dug out as slowly and steadily as the drop of water that carves the hole in its stone, oblivious and anonymous, depending more on the youth and strenght of those who carry it, than of the faces and voices of those who grunt cursing its effort.

One generation had chosen the spot, another had turned the hut into a cellar, the other had started storing wine in it, yet another selling some of it out. If none had fallen into the temptation of drinking too much of it, it was probably because all of them had always had, in some way or the other, books or music to drive them crazy enough.

I try to remember a child I used to know quite well, and who had been transplanted away from those chalk clad walls, like a lugubrious monument to the school his great grandfather had built for the village, and to those inhabitants his grandmother and all her seven sisters had taught. Like a school blackboard that had been countlessly written upon, like the prayer of the multiplication table, until it turned white, unerased and yet unkept.

Like all the children, this one was a messenger of the truth. Someone to whom adults unwillingly confide their unguarded self, someone who listens beyond their understanding, and that, at some point of indecision, confronts the plot of our expectations with the treason of our methods. Someone once said children are cruel. No, it is the truth that is cruel. And if destroying the illusion of a child is something traumatic, destroying that complexity of the illusion of an adult is something that will reveal, not the harshness of cruelty, but the unfairness and blindness of revenge.

There were three brothers. The eldest one gave the child his first guitar and beat him up on the instigation of his wife. The second one stuck some chewing gum on the child's hair and said we are all like dogs, we are all here trying to pee to mark down our territory and broke the guitar. The third one said we differ from the dogs, because if they have food, shelter and sex, they are happy, and threw all his toys into the rubbish bin.

The child grew up and told me he liked clay. To him it was a mixture of blood and earth, and that was the reason some silly book accounted us all as having been created out of it. I saw him a few years later in my travels, and he had spat on his Alma Matter and was begging on the streets. He had abandoned everything. Maybe embraced everything, who knows.

One thing is certain, at least I think so. He had embraced his destiny and the entirety of its mystery. Being almost, if not the same age as he is, and when I had no longer been prone to be surprised to see what life does to people and what surreal outcomes do to vanquish your innocence, I recently got some words from him.

If I remember them correctly, they told me he had now had a child of his own, and he advised me not to fall into the temptation of the adults, which is to immolate the comradery of childhood to the selfishness of turning to the upcoming children to resolve why you have forfeited your dreams. Actually, I think he said, you should be very careful when dealing with children. Raising them is not bringing them up into your world, rather entering theirs and simplifying it for them to move freely. Making it come true.

The only hindrance I have found in my tortuous way was the punishment for wanting to learn what I was bound to become and to the fact that are no words, no palpable categories to describe it. If you ever happen to have a child, let it loose, let it grow, let it be.

If we all do it like this, we will be surprised to find ourselves in whatever sad and ridiculously inevitable predicament as falling sick and fearing withering, surrounded with younger people who actually care and understand our dreaming away.

I wonder where he is now. I just hope he has found the happiness of a child.

A WORD FOR THE STONE I FOUND ON MY PATH

I thought I was climbing when I saw you from afar. I was carrying all my years and the back of my wrists were sore from so much tripping. But if what I imagine to be the top was my goal, and if the path was so steep as I made myself to believe it was, how come you were not rolling down? Well, maybe I was just walking straight. Maybe I was so out of myself I was actually crouncing onto the ground in fear of tripping.

It is all a question of horizons. When Sacadura Cabral invented the Aviation Sextant he knew, he knew that if you are flying, you never realize where the ground is. Was I flying, then? Or was I wanting to become a dog or a monkey, a tree with no branches, a mushroom? Was I an hallucinating wolf, galloping my way towards you?

I will not sit on you either. Not because I am worried about soiling my trousers with the breathing miracle of your green moss. That would be like caressing the roots of a lover’s hair with the lullaby of truth. Maybe too comfortable, maybe too willing to halour. No, what if I would pretend to be climbing, and simply grab you and take you to the top, to the other side of the horizon, just to make a temple the fact that I would have to come down, and you would always be out there on the top?

Then again, what happens when you leave a precious stone lying about on the top of a mountain?

THE OSMOSIS OF THE SEA

The Sea is primordial. They say we actually came from the Sea. That the Constitution of our Blood resembles that of the Sea in an extraordinary Manner.

But maybe that doesn’t amount to anything: when was the last time you actually thought on how much you resemble other Human Beings? Or maybe it does, because you probably feel embarrassed with a Truth so close, and need to get something far-fetched to help you forget that you have scratched your Face after having touched the same Doorknob as hundreds of others, even though you try to ignore the Fact that you are letting your Dog lick that same Face after having had its Snout all over First Class Excrement.

That is precisely what the Sea is: changing Limits. Changing your Limits. The Sea is Water. Water is everywhere. Inside you. In the Air that comes in and out of you. In your Shit, your Urine. In your Infection. In your avid Word. In your Sadness and in your Laughter. In your Glass of Wine. In the Ecstasy of both your Orgasms. In the Placenta of your Future. Water. The Sea.

And they tell us we came from the Sea. Had you yourself never in your Life felt that? Have you seen the look of a Person looking at the Sea for the first Time? The Roar that sprays the Salt of Life leaving marks of White in your Skin? Have you ever licked yourself like a happy vagabond Dog after that? Or have you been on a Mountain? I mean, really on a Mountain, on top of it? Under a Stone there are Tears from the Earth that are so Pure they have the most exquisite Salts you can ever find for the benefit of your Health. And all those Tears gather. You see a Crevice, you take a Leaf, and the Drops become a delicate Creek. You reconcile your Hands, hermetically, and the Creek becomes a Pond for you to drink. And, little by little, Action by Action, the Water that has climbed the Mountain becomes the Sea, the embrace of the Earth, the biggest Reflection of the Sky you will ever have the Possibility of contemplating.

Have you ever gone Sailing? Because, if you have, and if you are wise enough to keep your Sails silent, you will ear what is it that you are All about. If you see a Tree, all the Ramification you will find above the Earth will be the same in Number as the one you will find below.

A sailing Boat can have a 7 metre Mast being hold on to by half a metre Centreboard. And this, just because the Water is so subtle and so strong. It is Archimedes in the Bathtub, some Baby Jesus being bathed by his Mother for the first Time, the real Baptism.

Salts and Crystals. They call upon you.

No matter how many Dams you build to try to stop this Miracle from happening, the Sea and its Mermaids are singing for you. The Mountain is crying for you. The Boat is frozen until the Spring.

The Physiological Serum. The Goddesses of Nouméa. An Art of your own brought to you with the fizzling Foam across the Sands of Time. The Uniting. The Golden Earring blessing the Obstacle of the Day. And you. A barefoot Child beholding the Power, and trying to explain it.

The Celestial Smile and Other Satellites in the Sunshade

To my recollection, there must have been, at least once in this suspension of time we call the past, a philosopher fascinated by the music of the spheres.
If such philosopher ever existed, why are you, at this precise moment, assuming that music implies sound? Isn't there a more logical oblivion in the Equator, rather than in the conventional obviousness of the Greenwich Meridian? Maybe some magnetic force?
Even if we consider Beethoven, the sitting man, deaf by his piano, we have to admit that yes, music implies sound. Not necessarily when composing it, but at least, when listening to it. What would music be if there were no one to listen to it?
If there were really music in the spheres, throughout space, have you ever considered that none of us could ever hear it? Sound does not propagate through vacuum, its waves go no further with the absence of air.
Thus being, whenever someone suggests something about there being an invisible light, in my mind I am considering the possibility of the existence of these particular unhearable sounds but, even more, of these spheres whose shape no one can actually ascertain.
I also remember a certain sociologist, Gustave LeBon who, in the turn of the XX Century, came up with a very interesting subject we still have not yet exhausted, because we are Humans, and Humans have a harsh time getting tired of themselves. The peculiar book he published, the "Psychology of the Crowds" makes me think.
What if what we call the absolute truth in the universe were none other but a generalized convention? We know it is, to some extent, especially when we consider that Science has found the perfect pretext to logically explain what it, itself, cannot explain through its own methods: when cornered, it always reverts to Quantum Physics.
In this sense, the world, the truth, the universe are, indeed, what we believe them to be. This, in its turn, would mean that the more people believe in something, the more truthful it would become. If we were all to believe, for a mere example, in the existence of extraterrestrial life, the more plausible it would become.
If you agree with this, you will probably also agree that, in accordance, even the most atrocious lie would become true, were we to believe in it.
And, ultimately, that's the importance of Democracy for you to wonder about. That must be why there are so many people believing in it.

A Room with a View

Yes, I smoke, and yes, I should quit smoking. Maybe I haven’t yet because I am disobedient by nature, because I never liked people telling me what to do and, even less, trying to force me into decisions.

You might be asking if, being like this, I have a problem with authority. Yes, I do. But not in the way you are probably thinking. I have a problem with the authorities because they are discriminating and promoting discrimination towards smokers.

This is probably no news for you. If you are not a smoker, you’ll probably even agree with these measures. But I can tell you right away that you shouldn’t, and I’ll give you a few examples on why.

I pick the phone up to make a reservation into any hotel. The receptionist asks me if I want a smoking or non-smoking room. I ask for a smoking room with a view. They invariably tell me all rooms with a view are non-smoking. Therefore, smokers are not allowed a room with a view.

Why not? Because smoking rooms are more prone to damage, more difficult to clean and their atmosphere endangers the health of the cleaning staff.

When I go out to buy a package of cigarettes, I have to pay VAT at the cashier. Like with any other product, let’s say food, for example. But the reason tobacco is so expensive is because not only it has import tax, like any other foreign product I buy, French cheese, for example, but it has also a nameless and undisclosed tax imposed on by the authorities, with the grounds that it is bad for my health.





So, contrarily to what happens with French cheese, when I’m buying a pack of cigarettes, I am purchasing one of the most expensive products there are on the market, if we consider the disparage between production and transport costs and the actual price it’s being sold for.
Sadly, there are other differences, too. When I buy a chunk of Roquefort, I am entitled to a best before date nicely stamped on the label. I am also entitled to a comprehensive list of all the ingredients contained in the afore-mentioned cheese, despite the fact that Roquefort is a small cholesterol bomb. I am not entitled to any of these in a pack of cigarettes. Just the warnings that are absent from the smelly Roquefort, smearing me with the information that cigarettes are bad for my health. So is Roquefort.



Extensive studies have been performed on the health hazards of tobacco. Many of these had been conducted by the tobacco industries, but the results were carefully kept from the public eye. Although they all seem to be pointing in one direction, to the fact that the additives used in tobacco are the culprits for all sorts of ailments, including lung cancer, authorities chose to pretend they want to ban tobacco.

Radioactive Polonium is used in the plantations, the so-called “fillers” are added for improved flavour, to preserve freshness, etc. All of these and many others have been, in fact linked to increased dependency, as they turn tobacco into a base, in the same process that turns cocaine into its much more addicting crack. Again, none of these ingredients and additives are known to the consumer that is paying a fortune for these products.

If the authorities were to be really concerned about our health, they would enforce laws forbidding the use of these chemicals that have been proved to be poisonous and health damaging. In a world that is starting to prefer “green” and “organic” products, I am still dreaming of smoking a cigarette made solely out of tobacco, no additives, no chemicals. Removing all additives would probably mean cheaper, healthier cigarettes but, above all, it would make them less palatable, less tasty. Obviously I could swap them for Habanas, but that would be a difficult to find luxury. Besides, I like to fight for my rights, and as I’m already paying so much, the more reason I have to be complaining.



Let’s return to the room with a view. I am to be discriminated because I smoke. I will be refused some work positions because I smoke. I will be forbidden to use my rightful coffee breaks to go out to the balcony or the yard to take a puff.
Will this have an effect on my productivity? No. Quite the contrary, I will be soothed. What if we started penalizing women for going to the bathroom too often, as they have smaller bladders than men? Or because they are having their menstruation? Would that feel right? Of course not.

As for the health excuse, should we start penalizing gay men because they have been proved to be the greatest carriers of the HIV? Because, statistically speaking, they pose a very significant health risk? Should hotels start asking their customers are they homossexuals, in order to have their cleaning staff take appropriate protective measures when cleaning up the rooms? Asking their customers are they intending to have sex, even?




Should the human resources start hiring solely non-smoking straight men, because they are 35% more productive than women, because they don’t have to go to the bathroom so often, retire at a later age and die younger than women, so they do not take as much retirement as their counterparts?

Should we impose a tax on sugar? On Roquefort?

I am ultimately a dissatisfied customer. Although I plan to quit smoking sometime in the future, I am smoking in the present. If doctors were forbidden to advise their overweight patients to go on a diet, why should I be forced to quit smoking? Should we start taxing overweight people, as well? Increasing fuel taxes because cars are making pedestrians into passive smokers?

It should be my decision to quit smoking, no one else’s. And I should be entitled to a better quality product. If there is no competition, if I cannot directly import this product from abroad, because of the monopoly, then I should be doing precisely this: raising awareness, complaining.

Take a look at the menu: Tobacco Additives, at least 1110 of them.

On the Unification of the Universe, and other Floating Pillars.

You might not consider yourself as a religious person but, if you are trying to make sense of it all, you will have to admit that the mechanics of the Universe and its Law of Coincidence are something to be contemplated upon.

If, on one hand, there are fanatics with the intolerance and, unfortunately, the power enough to make our lives a living hell, there are, on the other, people who consider themselves to be rational, who waive away everything considered spiritual, because of its immateriality.

Thought is immaterial, so are Laws and everything else deriving from Thought. And this does not mean that there is, somewhere in the Outer Space, a bearded patriarch sitting on a Nebula and making decisions for all of us. That would be inconsiderate, to say the least. Probably the Universe is more of a rhinoceros: a big body with a small brain, something whose dimensions are so extraordinarily incommensurable that, were it to be a pensive entity, it would trouble having consciousness of itself. Oh, a bit blind, too. But, then again, if the Universe were to have a brain, wouldn’t it be the sum of all the existing brains? And wouldn’t it make it a scattered brain, thus having communication problems?

What about stones, and rivers, and air? They too obey Laws, although they do not possess a brain as such.

For some time now, I have been fascinated by a disease called toxoplasmosis, which is caused by a bacterium. It is primarily transmitted through cat faeces. Only now have medical scientists started investigating the possibility that Schizophrenia is linked to the disease. At this point, though, it has been studied and proved that animals suffering from toxoplasmosis alter they behaviour, being more prone to taking risks. The premature and violent death of the host implies a more successful spread of the bacteria.

Isn’t it absolutely fantastic that something so small can influence something thousands of times as big to the point of annihilating their ultimate driving force, that is to say, the preservation instinct? And, although bacteria do not have a brain, they can override the brain of their host.

It is not new that diseases can alter one’s behaviour, but what I find absolutely fascinating is to consider healthy people, and try to imagine how much of their behaviour is, right this moment, being dictated by the bacteria living inside their bodies. And mind you again: bacteria do not have a brain, but they have, in the end and all things considered, the power to put your own brain to work for them.

I was feeling tempted to pass on the next coincidence but, although I do not consider it as too significant, I think it is too delicious to relegate it. Toxoplasmosis is mainly transmitted by cats. Have you noticed the fascination schizophrenics have for these little domestic animals? Have you seen some of the thousands of cats painted by them? Or their obsession with faeces when there are in a middle of a crisis?

If you ingest cyanide you are likely to die. If you choose to take a moderate dose of caffeine, you will become excited. That’s chemistry. Although you can argue that the bacteria too release substances that induce behavioural changes in people, and that these substances or the process itself has not yet been discovered (in Toxoplasmae it has, tyrosine hydroxylase and phenylalanine hydroxylase), you will have a hard time coming up with an explanation on how does a specific bacteria finds the exact substance that has the power to do so.

You can be a rationalist and say that it has been a trial and error process. You justify it through Evolution. But still, aren’t the odds of an organism finding that out so remote? What did it do until it found it? And what if it hadn’t?

Many Species have succumbed and many more will do so. Although I keep reading about new Species being discovered all the time, there is little information about their age. Nonetheless, the fact that they were discovered doesn’t mean that they recently created. So, when they talk about a new species, they are referring to newly catalogued ones, not to a new sprouting.

Imagine, then, a starting World with an almost infinite number of species. In the first nanosecond, most of them are already extinguished, because they haven’t, like the Toxoplasma Gondii, found that life saving mechanism. In the first hour, many species simply die of disease or poisoning, of the results of a bad interaction with other organisms, in the first day, many other are devoured by others and, in the first week, some others starve to death.

That is Creationism for you. And if you believe in it, will the World continue like the Hollywood movie Highlander, in which “In the end there can be only one”? After all, everything was already there in the beginning but, as species do actually get extinguished, that doesn’t mean they might actually disappear in totality. And the Armageddon usually refers to the disappearance of Humanity, there’s no mention of the many organisms that could and would survive all the catastrophes mentioned in the Annals of Christianity.

Don’t you worry, Evolutionists too believe the World started like a Hollywood movie: with a big explosion. Besides, they believe in the survival of the fittest, so although we have two completely different theories trying to explain cosmogenesis, we have, to all likelihood, the same end result.

Or is everything reaching equilibrium because of the symbiosis between cows, pigs, chicken, cats, mice and humans and bacteria? All other species seem to be vanishing, anyway. Yet, wouldn’t it megalomaniac to believe that we are here to stay? Probably as much as not wanting to see we are doing anything we can, even involuntarily, to wipe out all other species.

One thing my experience of working in the hospital has taught me is a phenomenon I like to call “The Death Party”. More often than we know, or would like to know, or need to know, people die in the hospitals due to human error, rather than by natural causes.

When it is so discovered and, believe me, in most cases, it isn’t, the blame goes to the highest member of the staff holding direct responsibility: the doctor. The hospital administrative board of the chief of service maybe responsible for the doctors, but they are not for the human lives. The doctor himself is. So are the nurses, although it is more difficult to prove their actions, as their mistakes are not necessarily put into writing. The families of the deceased usually prosecute the doctors. The doctors, through the hospital, prosecute the nurses.

If you are thinking that people die in the hospitals because they were prescribed the wrong medication, the most common cause for the legal pursuits, I would slightly disagree.

There is a mysterious driving force behind a person’s death in the hospital, I am tempted to say. It is not because of one person that the patient dies, but because of many. It is as if the entire team, involuntarily, of course, were being commanded into killing.

Not only the doctor prescribes inadequate medication, but the nurse gives twice the dose, the assistant nurse forgets to empty the urinary catheter bag, causing a mass infection, the people distributing the food give bread to the poor soul suffering from keliakia, the cleaning staff unplugs the oxygen tubes; then , when the patient is arriving in Intensive Care, the transporters drop the patient when transferring him to another bed, causing a skull fracture and, in the end, the patient himself collapses on a massive heart attack from so much dwelling.

No matter how much Amor Fati you have, you should consider whether or not we are all inevitably involved in a gigantic Death Party condemning most of our World. Who knows if that is, after all, our life saving mechanism. We wouldn’t want you to be eaten by a tiger, would we? And mind you, the Swedes are even planning on using bacteria to exterminate all the mosquitoes in the country, so that they can light some fire on Ikea refuse toothpicks and seriously enjoy their short summers by eating flattering pork sausages.

All of this leads us to a very important and pertinent philosophical question, if you so wish it to be: Is God a bacterium?

You might have been taught that there is no such thing as Immortality. Well, there is. Bacteria reproduce by dividing. I remember the classic Scotland Yard motto that states that “if there is no corpse, there is no crime”. In this case, it would be more appropriate to say that, without a corpse, there is no death. A Bacterium splits itself into two parts, none of them die in the process and, moreover, if it has food and a favourable environment with no predators, it will, has it has, go on living forever, although occasionally mutating in order to make itself more adequate to its habitat. Bacteria were the first inhabitants of the Planet and they are very likely to be the last to survive in it, no matter how vehemently we try to destroy it.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. “? Or rather, in the beginning was the Bacterium, and the Bacterium was with God, and the Bacterium was God? If you are Evolutionist, you know then that we Humans ultimately derive from bacteria, the so-called Ur-Organism, that we are ourselves a highly mutated bacterium. We were created by bacteria. We are kept alive by bacteria– we wouldn’t survive if our intestine were without it. They are indeed very powerful, in such an extent, you can even start your own conspiracy theory on how they are trying to control our lives and rule the World. Isn’t it what we are trying to establish here in the first place? No, firstly because, in fact, they already do, secondly, because there is also something else controlling the bacteria.

Although a protozoan, a single cell organism, and not a bacteria, the Paramecium is one of the oldest of all living beings. Like Bacteria, Paramecia are immortal. The only difference is that the protozoan needs sex to keep on going. Not necessarily to reproduce, but to exchange genetic material. They too don’t have a brain. All their functions, including putting food into the mouth, digesting it, expelling its remains through their anus, (yes, they even have one), move forward and backwards, contour obstacles, and learning, are regulated by the macronucleus, little more than a reservoir for DNA. Viruses too act according to the instructions on their DNA. And so do Bacteria. In fact, all living beings do.

Hence, the next logical question would be: Is God DNA?

It would be too narrow a concept if it were to be so. Simply because we have to consider non-living beings as well, objects. And by that I do not mean dead bodies, remains of life; I mean minerals, gases and all inorganic bodies. Could it be the Word, instead? The Logos of the Genesis? Perhaps, but there is another term, in my opinion, that would make the transposition more clear: and that is the Soul.

DNA is what makes all organisms move. The Latin word for Soul is Anima, as referring to the animating principle. Thus, logically, we can identify the ancestral concept of the Soul with the modern, scientific DNA or, in particular, with Plasmids. There era many ways of explaining the same reality. There are many different languages to express the same phenomena, and the beauty of Civilization resides precisely in the fact that every Human product of knowledge, from Mathematics to Astronomy and to Philosophy is a search for the same thing. And it is only natural that they might describe the same conclusions in a different manner. If you harass two foreigners at the entrance of the Louvre, and ask them how the weather is like on that particular day, they will not only answer in a language the other one is maybe incapable of understanding, but they will also make different interpretations of it. It could also happen that neither of them understood you question, not because they do not know how to answer it, but because you do not share a common idiom. So, sciences are just languages. And so are religions.

If the ancients used to preach that you should not sin, on the risk of losing your Soul for all Eternity, what would scientists nowadays say? Eating unhealthily (Gluttony) will not only put you Health at risk, but the propensity for cardio-vascular diseases, diabetes, etc., will be passed on through your genetic material to your offspring. It will increase the chances of your own DNA strain, your genetic clan to be extinguished. Isn’t it the same exact thing?

If you, as a corporeal being, do not harm your DNA, it combines with other DNA strains, pretty much like in the case of the Paramecia and, in fact, it lives forever. You are, in fact, immortal; on the condition you preserve this Soul of yours. Every single one of us Human Beings is said to have a common ancestor. We all have a common mother scientists have recently come to call the Mitochondrial Eve. And her DNA, her Soul, is living in all of us. Much more than this beautiful type of immortality we cannot expect. It is the transcendental part in us, the one that determines our character, that gives us aptitudes and weaknesses, that compulses into doing things we cannot explain, that lives on. Our own lives are just a small contribution, a tool to insure that it remains immortal. In the exact same way as bacteria and parasites can and do change our behaviour and, with it, the course of our lives, DNA is the ultimate entity, the essential parasite. We are here to serve it, and not the opposite.

My father once defined, in my late childhood years, Mathematics as being “the Science that studies the Infinitely Great and the Infinitely Small”. Not knowing how to ask myself why does it count everything in between, I went on to conduct, much like a young Doctor Faust, a personal quest in the realms of Magic.

In my dizzy path, after having devoured Agrippa, I came across the Tabula Smaragdina, the Emerald Table, a document attributed to the alchemist Hermes Trismegistus. There are several translations and versions of it, but it states, one way or the other, that: “That which is below is like that which is above that which is above is like that which is below to do the miracles of one only thing”, and also that: “The formation of the microcosm is in accordance with the formation of the macrocosm”. Delicious, isn’t it? Especially when we consider that the first book making reference to it, and attributing it to the Greeks, the Book of the Secret of Secrets, dates far before the year 900 AD.

Again, you can keep on wondering why the orbit of the electrons around a proton is elliptical, and why the orbit of the Earth and the other planets around the Sun is also elliptical. On why they all gravitate.

There are indeed similarities between what is above us and that which is below us. Or rather, on what we consider to be below us because of its size. Wouldn’t it be interesting to extend our present observations onto future probabilities?

We are used to description of the Atoms as being these nice spheres in movement. What if, pretty much like the planets, they are elliptical? And the subatomic particles? The quark model is purely a model, a suggestion. Cannot we not imagine that the so called quark flavours could be yet smaller masses made of sub-elements?

If so, maybe one day, the day we could really pry into the Infinitely Small, we would se each atom as a solar system, and the quarks of an electron would be, for example, the sea and the rock. Upon yet closer observation, we would see clouds and small lights. And maybe even someone typing mad probabilities on the computer, and still more mad people reading it...

Those would be the real parallel universes, the parallel reality. To realize that our galaxy is a molecule repeated somewhere right under our noses. If not repeated, it would be maybe even terrifying to sense that the future of our solar system would be dependent a single atom, that its own existence would be a mere proportion of its counterparts, both in size, time and energy.
Then we could be extremely poetical, and say that energy is what projects the nanocosmos into the macrocosmos, or vice-versa. Or else extremely metaphysical and say that it all functions the same way bacteria do inside yourself or, to be even more lunatic, vice-versa.

The Charge of the Light Brigade

With the WikiLeak revelations that add Mark Abib up to an enormous role of Government Officials climbing the career ladder thanks to their passing on confidential or top secret information to the United States, eventually reaching the ranks of Prime Minister or President, one thing becomes mandatory, in my opinion.

If Assange is now a valuable man for the World because of the probable importance of the information he is representing, it lies in the hands of the UK to choose between Europe or the US.

Europe too must choose, and so does the rest of the World.

I don't believe anybody will be charging Assange for anything. If the US did so, they would be recognizing that the information he carries is genuine.

As a response to this, governments from across the World would be in the actual position of being able to charge these corrupt politicians that have been betraying the secrets of their own nations to the Americans, and charge most of the US diplomats for espionage.

And, oh yes, that would be an interesting somersault.

WIKILEAKS – THE WORLD HANGING BY A CABLE

ASSANGE: THE ARREST

Yesterday I read on the news that Assange had given himself up to the London Police and that he is, at present, awaiting either possible deportation to Sweden, where is he is to answer for sexual crime accusations or, alternatively, face eventual charges coming from the U.S. Government. This has appeared to me more as a voluntary decision coming from the leader of WikiLeaks, rather than something connected to the fact that the group had its bank accounts frozen or cancelled in Switzerland, and within Visa and PayPal. Having a priority arrest warrant issued by the Interpol doesn’t quite give much chance of escaping.

What is intriguing me more is not the place where that warrant has originated, but rather Assange’s whereabouts when it was mandated. Considering the fact that the WikiLeaks’ servers are still actively standing in Sweden, and that the one registered to Finland is actually located in Sweden as well, the fact that the Pirate Party and its members are actually important supporters of the group’s cause, and that there is also an established tradition in server traffic interception, I have to deduce that, rather than an inconvenience, Assange’s extradiction to Sweden would be extremely beneficial to his own personal safety and to the continuation of his cause.

The strangest thing is, as I said, the fact that he got himself trapped in the most U.S. favourable country of Europe. Even more puzzling is, and perhaps it is too early to talk, that no claim from the U.S. courts has been made. Because the group is leaking the cables drop by drop, it would be very easy to simply charge him with blackmail, and treat the leaked cables as if they were being the fingers of a hostage whose family has not yet paid the ransom. Why haven’t they indicted him?

THE MESSIAH IN A CALVARY?

The widely accepted version of his life story is that he was born in July 1971, from parents that ran a touring theatre company. His mother would have remarried in 1979 to a musician belonging to a new age sect lead by Anne-Hamilton-Byrne, and broken up in 1982, after which a custody for his half-brother took place. She would then have had to be on the run for five years with her two children, home-schooling them.

This is the “official” version of events. Digging deeper we find that the sect was in fact the Santiniketan Park Association, known also by the names of The Family and The Great White Brotherhood. Besides the potentially high connotations present in this last designation, that we shall pass over, the sect was apparently founded by a reputed British Physics professor named Raynor Johnson who, growingly interested in the esoteric, left for Australia, where he ended up teaming up with yoga teacher Anne Hamilton-Byrne to form a religious group professing religious views that assimilated a peculiar combination of both Christianity and Hinduism.

Consisting mainly of educated people, and with a significant number of doctors and nurses, the group started acquiring property and, by the end of the 1960’s, the sect was managing a privately owned psychiatric hospital, using the infrastructure to recruit new members, many of which were supposedly treated with LSD. In the meantime, it is said that Anne Hamilton-Byrne took charge of the group’s new rural property, Kia Lama, a centre for children.

From 1968 to 1975, she acquired fourteen children and infants. Although some were the natural children of the sect’s members, claims are that many others were obtained through irregular adoptions arranged by some sectarians in the positions to manipulate the process. Then, using false birth certificates, the children had their surnames changed to Hamilton-Byrne, dressed alike and dyed their hair blonde.

At this point it is, most likely, useless to point out to the fact that Assange himself appears, on many occasions, with is hair bleached. What is interesting is that Kia Lama was raided by the Police in August 1987, and all the children returned to the authorities. The first public reference to Assange dates from, precisely, 1987, when he started hacking computers within the International Subversives, a group he co-founded with two other juveniles, using ‘Mendax’ as his personal nickname.

Another curious coincidence is that a “home schooled” child would, after many years of being an obscure “runaway”, set out to go to study Physics at “several universities”, following the example of none other but Johnson himself. He died in May 1987. Was he Assange’s father?

There are three other important questions coming to my mind. Is the The Great White Brotherhood still operational? What does it stand for? Is Assange in some way connected to it?

BASHING THE HAMMER: THE TOR NETWORK AFFAIR

To simplify things, let us say that the Tor Network is a freeware application built in order to protect the anonymity of computer users when transferring data within a network. It channels information through many other computers making it difficult to trace an origin. It relies on volunteer servers and ordinary computers as trampolines.

In its nomadic site, WikiLeaks states that any submissions made to the group will be made so through the Tor Network process, thus protecting the identity of the donours.

Upon further investigation on the story of the Tor Network, I came across some very interesting data. It was initially sponsored by the U.S. Naval Research Laboratory and used for military purposes, even after having been let out to the general public. It continues its funding, along with other top sponsors like Google, Internews, an organization that took part in a very recent conference with the Pentagon, and SIDA, the Swedish International Development Cooperation Agency, which advocates transparency in public authorities. Yes, transparency.

In 2007 a curious incident involving, again, Sweden, happened. When experimenting with his Tor Network software, Dan Egerstad managed to access a significant number of embassy, NGO and corporation eMail accounts. He had discovered that, when using the Tor Network, one can actually intercept some communications if you use several computers placed in different locations. Nobody believed him until he published the concerned eMail addresses with the corresponding passwords.

This means that the more computers you have eavesdropping the Tor Network, the more chances you have of coming across sensitive information. Can you guess who owns more than one million servers around the world? Yes:Google. And do you remember what is written in the bottom screen of your Google Maps or Google Earth? Right on: U.S. Navy.

BETTER TO FOLLOW THE LEAKS OR THE LEADS?

In a recent interview to the German periodical Der Spiegel, the Presidential Advisor for Iran, Esfandiar Rahim Mashal, responds to Wikileaks stating that “The United States is Behind this Deliberate Leak”.
After the wave of delight caused by the emotion of the scandal and immense satisfaction, a careful examination of the contents of the Leaks will reveal that it is actually not so compromising to the U.S. at it seems. It puts the American Republicans in a very awkward position, it tells us what sort of strategies the war industrialists use for their arms sales, but is not, per se, dangerous to the Democrats.

What is does, is to put the Chinese walking in shattered glass, for their alleged willingness to leave North Korea and for pressuring the Finnish Government on not accepting Chinese Muslim prisoners from Guantanamo Bay; it creates the illusion that the Iranians are alone, as all its neighbouring countries are supposedly against them, and so on. It actually helps solving problems the American Foreign Policies are entangled with in an American way.

More concerning is what it does to Europe. If, on one hand, we see Russian sympathizer Berlusconi being ridiculed, we see Pro-Americans Sarkozy and Merckel being praised. And that is the point. Europe gets divided, the breaches in Constitutional Law from smaller countries specially made to please the Americans, such as the Portuguese allowing the CIA flights with the Guantanamo prisoners are revealed, reproached, condemned, The EU suddenly realizes that everybody was pretending to be united with the neighbouring country but, in the end, everybody was sleeping with the Statue of Liberty.

Greece falls because of an American Bank, because NATO is keen on supporting Turkey and pressuring Europe to have it in the EU. Iceland falls. The US yuppies take bets on who is next. Finland gets a Foreign Minister and a Finance Minister in favour of its adhesion to NATO and prepares to elect a pro-NATO President. German financial specialists start airing the idea that the weaker EU countries should abandon the Euro currency and try to cope with their own. The US monitor all Bank Transfers occurring in Europe through the SWIFT network. The great wave passes heading East and Europe rumbles. Obama declares that the US won’t demand the freeze on the Israeli colonial settling. The war in Afghanistan intensifies with Russians authorizing American tanks passing through its territory.

And the rumours that put Assange under suspicion of working either for George Soros or the Mossad aren't helping the situation either. And so being, if anything else, Assange is not the Messiah, as Obama himself wasn’t. Maybe the latter is just an idol stating that a black man can become president, and the former that a man without a degree can still become an awarded journalist. But the World remains the same.