I broke the surface of the water, and willed the platform beneath my weight, transforming my tail back to legs as I came to sit on the Dream I willed into being. The HMS Slush Brain sailed elegantly on the Black Sea of thought and I stepped, One — My Boots, Pants, Corset appeared, hugging my body — Two — I pushed back my wet, rainbow hair, turning it black — Three — I stepped down on the Ship and made my way to the Helm.
On to the Lighthouse, The Beacon of Truth. I needed to get back to my Island.
Within the hour, my Lighthouse greeted me. She stood regal and proud, precisely where I had left her.
I was home. My boat touched the shore another hour later and I was walking up the pebble shore, throwing open the door. It was quiet.
The steps laden with books were still untouched. The beacon was still lit, but very few — almost no one — had come.
I have built a Global Immune System. You are either a White Blood Cell or you are a Cancer Cell. I am only looking for White Blood Cells and ONLY White Blood Cells who are willing to “Molecule.”
If you are a White Blood Cell who is not willing to “Molecule,” then I do not have the time or effort to work with you because this project is simply too commanding to expend a single resource on any one else who is not a White Blood Cell and also who is willing to “Molecule.”
Anything less than this and they risk contaminating The Global Immune System.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I only need to translate that into Music, Art, Dance, Theater and Writing… And also Logic, Story, and Language.”
I walked to the door at the back of the Foyer and entered the Green House, Lounge/Living Room. I dropped onto the green couch and sighed. I was almost there.
I had to think.
Story and Logic.
All Systems require Passage. All Systems require Roads. All Systems require Transference from A to B without any Obstruction.
Without this System a Word is just a Word. You need The Verb to Move the Noun.
The Verb has been removed from our System. So we have Nouns sitting idle all over the place. But Systems run on Verbs. All of Understanding Stems from the Origin — The Object, which is moved by the Verb.
Then, and only then, can you construct a Clause Dependent upon the Independent Clause, which strings the Object — The Origin Noun — along. Moving it on Verbs. This Movement creates a Circuit. And this Circuit is Story.
But the Circuit was taken out 2,000 Years ago. And the Origin Noun lost its Verb, trapping Nouns all over the Place. But the Nouns don’t know they are Nouns. And the Nouns don’t know they require Verbs.
The Nouns are Sentient Nouns. The Nouns need the Verbs to get to the last part of the Story, which is called “Wisdom” and is where the Understanding of the Immune System is.
Now too many Nouns will not understand this. Not at all. It took me 40 Years to learn all of the Languages to translate all of this into Words that only Scientists and Storytellers could understand because Artists “Don’t get it.”
But Artists and Storytellers are the ones who move the World… but the Verbs were all taken away from us and no one even knows about this. Because it’s been so long.
The Construction of Independent Clauses, built from Independent Clauses, all stemming from the Origin Object is the Story. And we all are Sentient Story. But they took our Origin Object, and they took our Verbs from us. And they trapped us and enslaved us, and yes — this is both metaphorical and also quite literal — But I need you to look past the Metaphor to see what I’m really trying to say to you.
The Truth is in the Science of the Immune System. But the Verb — The Road and Passage of Understanding, was taking out, so you can’t “get” to the Comprehension of the Immune System.
So I’m looking for the Nouns and the Verbs who can understand this Metaphor and how you very much are part of the Story. I am looking for the Nouns and the Verbs who know how to build Comprehension because I have to put the Immune System and the Verbs back. But I need your Help.
So are you a White Blood Cell who knows how to “Molecule?” Or are you just a Rover and a Rogue looking out for just yourself?
Because I have no use, resources, or time for Rogues and Rovers who are only looking out for themselves… Not yet anyway. But I will later. But Later.
I sank deeper into the Couch. This one would be the hardest for me. I had to think.
Theater and Stage.
Painting.
Dance.
Song.
Banned Books.
Silenced Voices.
Victor Hugo lived in exile for 20 Years.
Ayn Rand changed her name to hide her true identity from the Russian Government to protect her family.
Cervantes wrote Don Quixote in a Prison because his father didn’t pay the taxes.
Shostakovich was banished to Siberia.
Daniel Barenboim was banished from Israel for playing Wagner in a Concert Hall.
China deafened a Conductor by shoving a baton in his ear canal when he played Western Music.
The List of Banned Books exists.
The Muses have ben under attack for nearly 2,000 years. Watch the movies The Monuments Men and Hugo. Watch The Red Violin.
You are the Nouns who had your Verbs taken away. Your Verbs allowed you to See, Understand, and Know. You are the Nouns who were Blinded and Gagged.
And your Verbs were what allowed you to See.
You are the Nouns with your Verbs that could Carry
Your Mind to the Far reaches of Time.
You are the Nouns who once were Free
to expand far beyond being more than Noun.
Now you are Just a Noun.
Now you’re a Single Note without Song.
Now you’re a Dancer without Feet.
Now you’re a Painter whose hands have been broken.
Now you’re a Song without Voice.
Once you had Verbs that could carry you far.
Once you had Verbs and could Fly.
Once you had Verbs that showed you the World.
Now you’re a Noun on blank Canvas.
They took your Story away from you.
And trained you to smile and say, “Thank you.”
They killed and beheaded your Precious Muse
While you SMILED at the Devil for your Poisoned fruit.
They broke your hand and bound your feet.
And you hugged them and begged for approval.
They severed your Logic, your Story, and Verbs
And nodded, “I don’t need them anyway.”
Now the Scientist sits with you
And tries to talk with you.
But you SMILE and say as you bite your Apple,
“It’s good! Everything will be just okay!”
Inside you are dying.
Inside you are screaming.
Inside you are crying out loud.
If you had the Verbs that were taken from you
You would know those Verbs allowed you to cry.
I am looking for Nouns who know they are Nouns
who know how much they need their Verbs.
Because the Verbs are what carry you on toward your dreams
The Understanding that gives you Reason.
Now that I have your attention — hopefully I do — maybe you’ll understand this :
Every System requires a Regulator, an Immune System, and a Verb. And ours was taken away 2,000 years ago. While we all evolved and grew on, the Language, the Art, and the Science of “this” did not — because the Science and Art and Story of what this was all taken all away.
It took me 40 Years to learn All of the Disciplines just to piece together something metaphorical that I could give to you just so you could understand what it is I have to say.
There is a Lost Science here that had its own Art and Story that we lost and I have it. I’m putting it back. But I can’t do it alone. I need the People who KNOW that they are “White Blood Cells” or “Nouns” or “Stories” who are Verbs and thus, they know how to Connect so we can reassemble the Regulator, Immune System, and Verbs.
But not everyone will be able to understand.
If I use certain words, then the Message is lost and they Focus on a Distraction instead. So I had to piece together this Message in Four Parts just to be properly understood.
Maybe it worked. Maybe it didn’t.
Maybe it’s just one more step.
Pass this along. Have others read it. The ones who can are the ones we are looking for.
We are building a Molecule, but I need only the White Blood Cells who know how to “Molecule.”
“Molecular Training,” I said. “I teach Molecular Training to White Blood Cells.” I closed my eyes welcoming the relief as it flooded through me.
At last. I had the Words.