There might have been a time when an insomniac caveman
looked out of the entrance of his home and observed that the stars had moved.
Cavemen would be hunting, fishing and gathering all day so
the nights would be for sleep and... er... making more cavemen. Stars were
something he noticed on the way into the cave and, maybe, as he crawled out in
the morning.
At first, he might have thought that his eyes, or mind,
were deceiving him but checking on subsequent nights would reveal the truth.
The stars move.
A revelation.
It would be quite obvious to him that the earth that he
stood on was static. There was no trace of movement there.
Thus the stars move.
Then somebody noticed that there were patterns to the
stars and that one pattern pointed at a star that never moved or, if it did, it
was very little.
The star that stayed where it was became a navigational
beacon. People could use that to find their way about the World although, that
said, the World then was extremely small. Possibly the World would be a radius
of around sixteen miles.
But now, using that star, the World became bigger. People
could wander off, bivouac for the night and then find their way home. This was
something the sun, that blinding light in the sky that rose out of the ground
in the mornings, passed overhead, and then buried itself in the ground on the
other side of the World each night, could not do.
The star had been placed there by some kindly soul to help
them. That tiny point of light, whose shape and outline could not be seen, had
been placed there by a magician.
Then there was the lightning. A great flash in the sky.
Sometimes spread everywhere like a great luminous blanket and, at other times,
it could be seen as a spiteful, jagged streak. Always that visual extravaganza
would be followed by its brother, the noise. Thunder rolling sometimes as a
threatening rumble and other times as a deadly crack.
People knew to keep out of the way of both the lightning
that could turn trees to ash and the thunder that would, surely, crush you
under its great feet.
Magic. It was all magic.
We still suffer from it. To this day we like to explain
things that we do not understand by believing in magic.
We say we are rational beings. We tell people that we know
there is no such thing as magic and yet. And yet.
We yearn for the supernatural. We watch programmes
dedicated to hunting ghosts when we know, all of us, in our hearts, that there
is no such thing.
We want to believe. Oh, how we long to believe that ghosts
exist. They would be the proof we need in an afterlife.
But they do not.
The magic of science fiction has us clamouring for more
stories about aliens; we have a series that explains to us, in detail, that
aliens have visited us.
Certainly there are people, like Erich
von Däniken, who are intelligent and
reasoning human beings that will proffer convincing and plausible stories that
we have indeed been visited in years gone by.
They will show us mysteries that can only be explained by
the technology of visiting aliens.
Those mysteries are fascinating, surely, and have yet to
be explained by the scientific community.
But it is not aliens and it is not magic, of that you can
be certain.
A million years ago we had no clue what a star was and now
we yearn to go there and see them for ourselves.
What we need to get there is a chariot. A magical chariot.
Perhaps, somewhere, there is a scroll that will tell us how to build it.
Here is more.
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Quote: "I stopped watching the History Channel because I found it very frustrating when I realized that they always knowingly stopped short of telling what they knew to be the whole truth and I got rid of all my television sets."
DeleteQuote: "However this episode, (found on Youtube) is worth watching several times, for it leaves no room for doubt, at least not for the serious thinker."
One wonders that those who are sceptical, or cynical, about these 'revelations' cannot be regarded as 'serious thinkers'?
And this from someone who claims to have 'got rid of all' his television sets as a result of this programme.
Hmm.
In my head is the idea that it is too easy to explain away something that is mysterious as being either 'magic', 'spiritual' or an 'alien incursion'.
These things are, currently, inexplicable. That means that they cannot be explained. Perhaps we shall never be able to explain them but that does not mean that they are 'magic'.
'Occam's Razor' is not always right.