short story

Did Atlantis really exist?
The archetype of Atlantis is probably the Cretan island of Thera, which sank to the sea during the eruption of the Thera volcano around 1470 BC. Plato put the story about 9,000 years ago, but it was probably copied from ancient Egyptian script by mistake and actually happened 900 years before Plato. The story of the Tower of Babel is actually quite simple, but in order to tell it clearly, it needs a long background. The following are from "The Origin of Consciousness in The Breakdown of The Bicameral Mind." 1. Worship of God The author believes that the worship of god can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago. After entering the agricultural society, these worship were gradually fixed. In ancient Egypt, the living king was God, and the dead was death. In all ancient civilizations except Egypt, the king was the steward or servant of God, and after his death he joined the ranks of God. 2. How the human brain Works The author believes that before 3000 BC, the two sides of the brain were functionally separate, with the left brain responsible for language and execution, and the right brain responsible for abstract thinking, etc. The information goes from the left side of the brain to the right side, and when the right side reaches a conclusion, it goes to the left side. This process is achieved through auditory hallucinations or visions. As a result, the left side of the brain assumes that the information it receives comes from God and acts faithfully. All ancient civilizations worked this way. This can be demonstrated in the Iliad, where there is a "what my God wants me to do" and no "what I want to do". When the characters are not being guided by God, they tend to stay where they are and not know what to do. Most of this guidance comes from past experience and a small part from logical thinking, but people did not understand it at that time. This approach is what the authors call the Bicameral Mind. During the existence of the dichotomous mind, man and God are equal. The famous Code of Hammurabi. At the top of the stone pillars of the Codex, Hammurabi stands before his god Ramash. (In this part, I wrote more simply, but in fact, it belongs to a more professional knowledge -- psychohistory. The thinking and consciousness of ancient people and people today are different, and this knowledge is to explain ancient history by establishing ancient psychology.) 3. The Breakdown of the Dichotomous Mind From 3000 BC to AD 1, different peoples, cultures, and languages began to blend under the influence of catastrophes, wars, etc. As the external environment became more complex, perhaps the biggest impact was the eruption of Thera in 1470 BC. As the external environment became complex, the dichotomous mind began to break down and God was no longer able to direct human behavior. The most famous is a stone tablet built in 1230 BC by the Assyrian ruler Tukurti Ninurta I, on which is carved a picture depicting the relationship between God and man. It shows Tukurti walking to the throne, kneeling down, fingers pointing to the empty throne. This is the first picture in human history of a God-human relationship in which God does not appear. It is because of God's absence that people pray for his presence that the God-human relationship begins to cease to be equal. Other pillars with images of Tukurti found later also show no god with him. Later, Tukurti became the first king in history to be killed by his own relatives. 4. The Pyramid and the Tower of Babel due to the frequent absence of gods, in order to get closer to the gods, people increased the height of the temple, and built the shape of the Inca pyramid, and the temple became higher and higher. The Tower of Babel, built in the sixth and seventh centuries BC, stands 300 feet high and atop it was built for Marduk, a bright blue smooth temple. The official name of the Tower of Babel is E-Temen-an-ki. Temple (E) of the receiving platform(temen) between heaven(an) and earth(ki). -- the temple that greets the platform between heaven and earth. In the fifth century BC, Herodotus, the famous ancient Greek historian, made a special trip to Babylon to see if the statue of Marduk was on top of the temple. He climbed to the top and entered the central room of the temple. Then he saw an empty throne.
By Song3 years ago in Earth
The Train In The Night.
It's strange to tell a tale I am not sure I myself can explain or even understand but I shall try anyway. It will not be a long story as I don't think I have the time to do so. I get the impression that soon this strange journey I am on is going to end badly. You see I am on a train and no one else is on it. I am alone as far as I can tell. I feel though as if eyes are watching me but I see no one and I have walked up and down this train I am on for I am not sure how long. Does it matter? Does anything really matter when it seems time and reality are not helping me understand where I am let alone where I am going? Maybe I should begin where I last remember being not on the train that's going faster than I thought such an old train could go safely? I remember what before I awoke with a violent start as if I had just been dropped into the seat I had found myself a while ago. I was startled and annoyed strangely enough by the sudden appearing on a train that looked quite old. I know nothing about trains or their history or what model of locomotive this is. But it does seem to be of the caliber I have seen on those old movies of the 1930's? Maybe? Strange, yes I use that word a lot lately since this, well, strange thing has happened to me. What was I doing before this? I don't remember anything. That tells or should tell me I am simply having a very lucid dream and I will wake up and have no knowledge of the dream? Yes, I did say it was a dream in the beginning of all this but dreams don't last as long as this one seems to be lasting. I have walked up and down this train and have not found one single bit or scrap or sense of any of living souls on this thing. I should mention that I can see nothing out the windows but very dark and I don't like it. I am convinced I have been here a while but I don't know how long and I am not sure it will ever end? I try not to be morbid but I do get the impression I am being watched? Something either outside in the pitch black darkness something or someone is simply watching me and having a good laugh at my expense? I can feel the speed of the train and as time had gone by, if you want to call it that, it is going faster and it seems the speed is not really an issue with the train. Shouldn't it? This is a train after all on normal tracks of some kind; is it not? Maybe? I must say though and this is where it gets weird. I have been counting the cars on this train and I swear the number keeps changing. I would go forward until I hit what I believe is the engine room or actual locomotive; I will talk about that later about what I found. But when I would go back where I came the train seemed longer as if another car or more than one was added? I started counting the cars and yes, I am not mistaken, the train is increasing in length somehow. It's all a dream of course as that is how dreams work but then again it doesn't really feel like a dream at times. It's going faster and I can feel it. It's speed if I could be outside and watching must be incredible. Or is that simply my dream playing it's tricks on me? Reality is not making sense here and it's not getting any clearer as I write this I am beginning to notice something else; the train has been very quiet up to this point and I mean quiet. Even my steps seem lost on the ugly blue carpet. If fact sound itself seemed lost. Is that possible? But lately, at least in the last five or so minutes if time means anything, I am hearing, well, pounding sounds along the walls of the train? Like a heart beat in fact. I at first assumed that it was me and that would be understandable as my anxiety was becoming a problem the more as time or whatever this reality is was getting to me. But the pounding didn't sound like someone hitting the sound of a train, it sounded too much in rhythm with my own beating heart. Was the train alive? Was this some kind of metal creature? A Machine with a heartbeat? It's growing louder now, I can even feel it pounding. It's loud, demanding, vibrating across the train! I stare up and down the train and see nothing but miles and miles of the same kind of car that I am in. The walls were vibrating, everything around me was shaking, vibrating, screaming to life. Everything is around me seems to be....
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End
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An old man with wings
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