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Aryan Agrarian ...
by Tony Ryals
Then there was later Old World agricultural man,
Migrating further north as he settled southern land,
And losing to survive his healthy southern tan,
Creeping further north a kilometer or so a year,
Darker complected babies dying causing pain and fear,
Bringing agricultural seeds from the Fertile Crescent or Turkey’s
Anatolian,
Where god was once revered as a woman not a man,
But one thing they could not predict one thing they could not foresee,
Was that their diet, which once sustained them well, was now deficient
of Vitamin-D,
What was once a vitamin provided by the sun reacting with the skin,
Was now blocked by protective clothing and skin pigment melanin,
Which deprived their bones in turn of assimilating calcium,
So the disease we now call rickets got the best of them,
How many generations and pain they would endure,
Before the skin was pale enough to provide a rickets cure,
And somewhere in that migration,
They evolved the characteristics of the agricultural northern European,
Lighter skin pigmentation,
Only lighter skinned babies surviving to reproductive age,
Human history turning another page,
A critical distance north and a critical dietary deficiency,
And of sunlight to produce enough Vitamin-D,
The non-agricultural Inuit, or native Alaskan,
Probably,
The indigenous Siberian,
Or the in-land Asian,
Mongolian,
Who are the Inuit’s animal-herding cousins,
And possibly,
The Saami speaking “Lapp,”
With Vitamin-D in seafood and animal fat,
Never faced an evolutionary pressure such as that,
And somewhere in that migration now believed to be Ukraine,
These pale skinned agricultural men encountered the horses they would
tame,
They attached them to the wheel and rode them south again,
Like warm air rising then cooling and coming back down,
White skin dropping back south where once they had been brown,
Like Vikings of the land but with horses and chariots too,
Back south they traveled over how many a migration and generation as
their numbers grew,
Back south they became the Hitites, pre-Islamic Kurds, and Iranian Persians
too,
Till they came upon what we call India and became Hindu,
Indo-European speakers we call Hittites settled in the Turkish Anatolian,
Possibly the cradle of their birth,
But roamed and warred over much of the surrounding earth,
As far as Egypt they invaded,
Their horses and chariots carrying them,
Both sides claiming a military win,
In Europe and Central Asia, Indo-Aryan,
Horsemen,
Were present,
Several millennia ago BC,
Called Mattini,
In the Fertile Crescent,
Hittites in Anatolia,
Aryans in India,
They were called Kurgans in Europe’s east,
And eventually Acheans,
Then Dorians,
In Greece,
There were probably more where they came from,
Lost in the dust to the historian,
And long before fair-haired Alexander sacked his fellow Indo-European
Persians,
In what is now called Iran,
And grew weary there in India after crossing Pakistan,
His ancient, Indo-Aryan, or proto-European, ancestors had settled there,
And the Vedas and the Upanishads had writ,
In an earlier Indo-European language we call Sanskrit,
And even longer before Marco Polo inspired the west with his Chinese
lore,
These Indo-European agrarian horsemen were knocking at China's door,
But there they dissipated and crashed upon its desert floor,
Caucasian mummies in the Chinese desert so recent headlines read,
For up to 2,000 years before our Christian savior these Caucasians had
been dead,
Caucasians with a difference if one might for human evolutionary history
discriminate,
Neither Middle Eastern Semitic nor the marginalized Asian Ainu,
These Caucasian mummies show their historic Northern European agricultural
Vitamin-D deficiency through and through,
Buried in history, wearing Nordic textiles, and with the Ukrainian wheel
of their horsemen too,
Try to imagine if you will, try to imagine if you can,
The horses rode on, the horses rode on,
Carrying chariots and pale men,
And judging from the mummies--they wore handsome woolen pants,
Meaning also on horseback they did prance,
Looking for new old land to settle, doing their Aryan agrarian war-like
dance,
And the horsemen charged like a thousand horsemen of the apocalypse,
The old Dravidian culture shining in the Indian sun is shaded in cultural
eclipse,
Thus ended a culture that had perhaps for millennia,
Before the invasion of the arya,
Traded with Sumeria,
And cultivated cotton for textiles 2,000 years before Egypt or Mesopotamia,
How strange and frightening it must have been,
To have been confronted by these pale light-haired horsemen,
Invading lands of the darker-skinned horseless tribes and cultures of
India's indigenous Dravidian,
Something like that would happen millennia later,
To America's indigenous culture,
Forced to go to war,
With and against the Euro-Spanish conquistador,
All too easy for these Indo-Aryans to see themselves apart,
With their language, religion, art,
Skin-color, agri-military, horse and chariot,
Pastoral,
And agricultural,
They came not just to fight, loot, rape, and run away,
These agri-military invaders came to stay,
The conquered Dravidian to the south withdrew,
Leaving northern India-Pakistan to the Aryan-Hindu,
And those Dravidians who stayed behind,
To the new social order resigned,
Were absorbed into the caste system the conquerors designed,
Although these Dravidians had themselves been agrarian,
Creators of an enviable civilization,
The Indo-European conquerors took for themselves the title of 'Aryan,’
Which in their language meant ‘agrarian,’
Which is to say 'tiller of the soil,’
Although the lower castes no doubt performed the toil,
And in this title lies the paradox within,
These Indo-Aryans had named themselves for the very phenomenon,
That in northern Europe had lightened their skin,
And that's a root word for the area and peoples of the world now called
'European,’
Which is just another spelling for what could as well have been spelled ‘Aryapean,’
Which means more or less “of the agrarian,”
And oh, did they bring their Baltic or Ukranian,
Lithuanian or Iranian,
Gods with them?
To incorporate them into their Indian religion,
Hinduism?
Did they incorporate Dravidian gods into,
These Hindu,
Their own godly pantheon?
No doubt there were polytheistic similarities,
And Dravidian religious art,
That could not help but inspire their Hindu conqueror adversaries,
To see their gods through it in part,
A god for every need a god for every question,
Till the ones trying to placate them are filled with god indigestion,
Then some flirting with monotheism,
Although with healthy skepticism,
As in the Veda's ‘Song of Creation’:
1. Then there was not non-existent nor existent: there
was no realm of air, no sky beyond
it.
What covered in, and where? and what gave shelter?
was water there, unfathomed depth
of water?
2. Death was not then, nor was there aught immortal:
no sign was there, the day's and
night's divider.
That one thing, breathless, breathed by its own na-
ture: apart from it was nothing whatsoever.
3. Darkness there was: at first concealed in darkness, this
All was undiscriminated chaos.
All that existed then was void and formless; by the
great power of warmth was born that
unit.
4. Thereafter rose desire in the beginning, Desire the
primal seed and germ of spirit.
Sages who searched with their heart's thought dis-
covered the existent's kinship in
the non-existent.
5. Transversely was their severing line extended: what
was above it then, and what below
it?
There were begetters, there were mighty forces, free
action here and energy of yonder.
6. Who verily knows and who can here declare it,
whence it was born and whence comes
this
creation?
The gods are later than this world's production. Who
knows, then, whence it first came
into being?
7. He, the first origin of this creation, whether he
formed it all or did not form it,
Whose eye controls this world in highest heaven, he
verily knows it, or perhaps he knows
it not.
The Rig Veda is the first book of the Vedas,
And is probably the earliest book humanity possesses,
It is dedicated to those ancient Baltic or Ukrainian,
Proto-European,
Travelers,
Or Invaders,
'To the Seers, our Ancestors, the first path-finders,’
And all so ingeniously simple its writ,
In a 35 letter alphabetic script,
We call Sanskrit,
An ingenious innovation,
Long before Greek or Hebrew speculation,
Fifteen hundred to 2,500 BC is its age of estimation,
Veda from the Sanskrit root means to Know,
Ver in modern Spanish means to see,
Seeing is believing?
Seeing is knowing?
Maya in Sanskrit means illusion,
All is Maya,
Maya, Mother of Buddha,
Maya,
Indigenous agrarian,
Civilization,
Of Meso-America,
So we flash ahead a millennia or so later and the Aryans have long settled
down,
They have so far avoided Dravidian agricultural collapse,
A miracle perhaps,
And affluence is all around,
If you're an Aryan,
A privileged one,
Around 800 BC more religio-philosophic writings--the Upanishads are
born,
Of some of the old ways of ritual,
It is critical,
Saying ‘those engaged in them considering themselves men of
understanding and learned stumble along aimlessly. Like blind men led
by the blind, and fail to reach the goal,’
Although for the less educated, probably overly intellectual,
For ritual to them was heart and soul,
And in saying 'Nothing is higher than the person ' thus exalting not
society but the individual,
Was for the lower caste unreal,
And for the upper caste who sought to bribe the gods or god not ideal,
'What is the universe? From what does it arise? Into what does it
go? In freedom it rises. In freedom it rests. In freedom it melts away.,’
And in the Bhagavad Gita,
We find Arjuna,
A sort of Hindu-Aryan Cain,
Although more cerebral,
With organized military might at his disposal,
But grieving over his friends and relatives to be slain,
And with his Lord Krishna at his side,
Helping him find meaning in his bloody chariot ride,
Fratricide,
A story that would be applicable to his fellow Indo-European Greeks,
Always at one another's jugulars trying to topple each other’s
city-states,
'The whole works of mortals is an interdependent organism' says
the Mahabarata,
A sensitivity to nature also shared by Buddha,
A very early biospheric vision,
Monism,
By the 6th or 7th century BC,
A Sanskrit grammar is written by Panini,
It is still referred to as the foremost Sanskrit authority,
In it Panini makes reference to Greek script,
Meaning contacts with the West long before Alexander into India slipped,
And written some two millennia before their Indo-European cousins to
the west,
Would undertake the same linguistic quest,
Ten formed the basis of enumeration as early as the writings of the Rig
Veda,
They also invent a zero sign,
Decimal place value system and the minus sign,
And use letters of the alphabet,
From their writing system—Sanskrit,
For unknown quantities in algebra,
The earliest known use of the zero sign or “shunya,”
Conceived also in the New World by the Maya,
Is found in a 200 BC,
Approximately,
Book of scripture,
Represented by a small dot and later a circle,
From nothing,
Arises something,
While most civilizations,
Saw math or time,
In terms,
Of hundreds or thousands,
The Indians,
Contemplated the millions,
Using their zeros,
To contemplate the manys,
The infinities,
A sign of their respect,
For such intellect,
It is a legend of the Buddha,
Between his nightmare and his Nirvana,
His ability to calculate the larger,
Metaphysical number,
Yet it was not until the 8th century AD,
A number of Indian scholars journeyed to Baghdad carrying with them
books on mathematics and astronomy,
There, Moslem as well as Greek and Jewish scholars met, bringing mainly
Greek philosophy,
As well as Greek science and geometry,
But in Europe they were considered works of the infidel,
It was good enough for them that Euro-Christian Roman numeral,
The earliest European use was a Sicilian coin of AD 1134,
Britain was a little slower,
And waited a couple of centuries more,
Even if the idea of the zero was developed earlier in Babylon,
It was the Indian system,
That was passed along,
From Baghdad, Iraq,
Another historically prime piece of real estate,
Upon which Babylon once sat,
The Fertile Crescent,
Tigris-Euphrates,
Mesopotamia,
All the same area,
From which sprang Ur and Sumeria,
Later Babylonia,
Once real estate prime,
But even during the early Moslem time,
Was in a state of agricultural decline,
'Where women are honored the gods dwell'
Thus said Manu,
Early exponent of the Law who knew,
The legal position of women well,
Always knowing someone,
A father, a husband, or a son,
She had to stand behind to get things done,
And the Lawgiver Yavnavalkya,
Before Buddha,
And several hundreds years before Christ,
Had this advice,
'It is not our religion, still less the color of our skin, that
produce virtue; virtue must be practiced. Therefore let no one do to
others what he would not have done to himself.’
Long before Christ's golden rule,
Yavnavalkya suggests it as a legal tool,
And documents that discrimination by color of skin,
Remains long after that initial invasion,
Of the Aryan,
Arya comes from the root word to till,
An occupation the invaders saw as noble,
The caste system was harsh,
And by skin color at first,
But other cultures solution to enslave or exterminate worse,
But neither feudal Japan nor Medieval Catholic Europe had advanced any
further,
They all had their social pecking order,
Although not so much by skin color,
With time arya loses racial significance and literally comes to mean
noble,
Just as unarya means ignoble,
Thus as time passed,
Noble genes mix at last,
And variation of skin color becomes more mixed in the upper class,
So social prestige and class,
Become more confused as the past,
Went hurtling ahead to the future,
And back to those Indo-Aryan,
Chinese mummies again,
A fair-haired female mummy whose double pointed felt hat is interpreted
to mean,
More than one husband,
Perhaps a real problem for the wandering Aryan,
Wanting to settle down and be an agrarian,
Far from home but of the military conquest wearying,
No chance of finding an Indo-Aryan female for marrying,
And feeling as so many organisms that drive that biological function,
For sex, orgasm, and reproduction,
And if the Aryan female mummy with the double pointed hat is any indication,
Most had stayed home and weren't available at every occasion,
The Uyger people of the area,
Of western China,
Xinjiang, where the Aryan mummies are found,
Have unusually fair hair and lighter complexions,
Than others in the areas that surround them,
An indication,
Of their eventual genetic assimilation,
With the local population,
So later they came,
Bringing with them their women,
They came to stay,
After the war had driven the Dravidians away,
In carts they more slowly creeped,
In agricultural lore and technique steeped,
And though no doubt rape occurred upon conquest,
Or a more gentle reproductive love was sometimes bequest,
Only formal marriage provided the clout,
To put this racial caste system in doubt,
To put the dominant melanin genes back into this,
This white conqueror misogynist,
Who would want for his children--regardless of skin color--the best,
Yet for many generations Aryan-noble would be proffered by skin color,
The highest ruling class strictly marrying with their Aryan other,
And women,
Will be controlled by their men,
To keep the Aryan genes within,
Similar to the elite conquistadors,
Who after their New World wars,
Sent for their Spanish women,
To reproduce with them,
While both low and high military rank,
Took local women to mate,
Through rape, marriage, or concubinage,
And wealth through lineage,
And with it a chance for a better education,
Than a lower caste Aryan,
Or of darker skin pigmentation,
Would occasion,
And this in turn would give them a free pass,
Into the eventually re-established mercantile class,
That had once flourished in the distant Dravidian past,
Profiting from the specialized craft villages of the lower caste,
The Persian epic poem Sha Namah,
States that when Alexander invaded Persia,
Swords and other weapons were sent for from India,
That the pre-Islamic Arabic word for sword is Muhannad,
Meaning it comes from India is not so odd,
When one considers the enormous Delhi Iron Pillar,
Whose resistance to oxidation for millennia has shown itself to modern
technique superior,
But at what a price,
That chunk of metal ice,
How many trees did its manufacture sacrifice?
Perhaps like Meso-American,
Mayan,
Limestone manufacture,
Perhaps consuming natural resources faster and faster,
Bow to the god Shiva the destroyer,
Shiva the creator,
Buddha who achieved enlightenment sitting under a tree,
Included in his teachings that every good Buddhist should plant and
see,
To the establishment every five years of at least one tree,
Most historians agree,
The first sizeable lasting civilizations,
Were on the Nile, Mesopotamia, and the Indus Valley,
They all had fertile soil and irrigation,
And relatively flat land to hinder erosion,
Yet even before the Aryan invasion,
The Hindu Kush and Himalayas under the Dravidians experienced deforestation,
Causing agricultural land below to suffer from increasing siltation,
The invading Indo-Aryan,
Perhaps at first with a smaller population,
May have retreated temporarily from entering into this losing agricultural,
Grain battle,
They simply call war ‘a desire for more cattle,’
Buddha was descended from this Kshatria or ruler-warrior class,
Heir to the Indo-Aryan military victors and rulers of the past,
Yet renouncing the old social ways that gave him and the Brahman priestly
class,
Clout by caste,
Looking in pain for a new identity,
Trying to see the infinity,
It is said that he,
Died at the age of 80,
In 544 BC,
In the month of Vaisakha,
On the full moon day of Vaisakhi Purnima,
The very same symbolic Indian day,
On which he was also born and received enlightenment,
Or so they say,
In the months we call May and June anyway,
And as it’s said in western science,
He stood on the shoulders of his cuture’s religious giants,
He had the courage to attack popular religion,
Ceremonial priestcraft and superstition,
The brahmanic priestly classes’ social position,
In Buddha’s time there were forest universities,
A place to learn amidst the trees,
Where students gathered round well known scholars for education,
Surrounded by nature for inspiration,
Buddha spoke his first sermon in the Deer Park near Benares,
Long before Buddha’s time a center for learning and scholars,
And yet Benares had no university,
But more a reputation of teachers and students willing to nurture or
debate a good controversy,
Some say that Jesus was a black man,
But at least,
Living in the semi-nomadic Middle East,
He must have had a tan,
And who knows if wise King Solomon,
Was cavorting with a Queen who was Sheeban,
But specific languages and religions in humans are learned not genetic,
And the language Jesus spoke was Aramaic,
A language that’s Semitic,
It appears that Semitic languages back then,
Had greater tribal diversity in,
Back then,
When a language was Semitic,
It wasn’t necessarily Hebrew or Arabic,
And yet after all those years Indian,
Buddha’s ancestors were probably in part Dravidian,
But we know that he spoke and he thought in Sanskrit--Indo-Aryan,
A product of an ancient invasion,
A product of a cultural collision,
No longer just Aryan or Dravidian,
Feeling something was still amiss,
And in need of a synthesis,
Sanskrit is said not to be too hard to understand,
If you are a modern day speaker of an Indian language that’s Indo-Aryan,
That is to say if your language be,
That of Hindi or Bengali,
Gujrati or Marathi,
Dravidian languages of the south though very different,
Have adopted many words of Sanskrit,
Pashto spoken by Moslem fundamentalists of Afghanistan,
Is also the legacy of a past that was Indo-Aryan,
And of a time when Hinduism,
And later Buddhism,
Once was their religion,
Slavic languages have many common roots and forms of Sanskrit,
Although Lithuanian is the closest surviving language in Europe to it,
The Russians speak a language that’s Slavic,
Although their founders were of Swedish “Rus” Viking descent,
Who sailed to Russia on the Baltic,
And only borrowed it,
Because the majority of the Russian population,
For millennia before the Rus-Viking invasion,
Were Slavic-speaking and agrarian,
Living near the western most steppes of the continent—Eurasian,
And the eastern most portions of the Baltic region,
Which may be,
Approximately,
The cradle from which so much Indo-Aryan migration,
Or invasion,
Both to India and Iran,
But more so to southern and western,
European land,
For millennia on end,
Sprang from,
Long before they were shuffled up again,
In the first Christian millennium,
By the Hun,
And perhaps the place where this linguistic group,
Originally a darker western Asian,
Agrarian,
Caucasian,
Lost much of their melanin,
Skin pigmentation,
During their northerly pedestrian,
Agrarian migration,
Before the steppe horses’ domestication,
And the conversion,
Of some of them,
From agricultural,
To a more nomadic pastoral,
Lifestyle,
But Indo-Aryan,
Or Indo-European,
Linguistic roots—whether from agrarian migration,
Or invasion,
Are in German and all languages Scandinavian,
They’re in Greek, Italian, and Romanian,
They’re in Serbian and Albanian,
Indo-Aryan roots are also in English,
French and Spanish,
And in Portuguese,
Although the historically agrarian “Finns” of Finland,
Share the same Finno-Ugric,
Language group,
As their northern reindeer herding neighbors of “Lapland,”
But the Finn,
Historically agrarian,
Was perhaps more stressed by Vitamin-D deficiency than,
His reindeer herding linguistic kin,
Of Lapland,
The agrarian Finn,
Naturally selected for genes that produced less melanin,
And they may originally have spoken,
A language that was Indo-European,
Before they became the majority population,
Of Finland,
Even the descendents of the eastern European,
Jewish population,
Show signs of less melanin pigmentation,
Than one whose history is only Middle Eastern,
Or Mediterranean,
After centuries of having spoken,
A mixture of old Eastern European Germanic,
With a little mix of Slavic,
Called Yiddish,
The traditional language of Eastern Europeans who were Jewish,
It really doesn’t matter whether their original language group
was Semitic,
Indo-Aryan or Turkic,
The claim to Semitic roots is not perfect,
Whether by genetic mixing,
Within the local population,
In this “melting pot” of the European,
Or a history,
Of a northerly migration,
Long enough to be,
Naturally,
Made lighter by deficiency,
Of Vitamin-D,
Long before the Old Testament came to be,
Probably,
It just happened that in this ancient agrarian migration,
The majority of those ancient migratory agrarians,
Shared the same linguistic group Indo-Aryan,
Meme or memes,
A term coined by sociobioligist Dawkins,
To describe neural-based memory not hard-wired by the genes,
Of a central nervous system,
Based organism,
Experience stored over the lifetime,
Or the biological clock time,
Of the organism,
Although the genes create the brain,
This doesn’t end the molecular game,
One might say that memes are to the central-neural-brain-memory code,
As the genes are to the genetic code,
And might be called a “psycho-molecular code,”
A sort of molecular semi-conductor,
Not of electrons but of their corresponding neuro-transmitter,
Molecules, it’s the director,
Psycho-molecular rules,
Work at the speed of molecules,
Maybe RNA,
Or protein,
Is essential to the formation of the meme,
Or so thought neurologist Holgar Hyden,
A sort of molecular semi-conductor,
Which, itself is molecular,
The molecular meme,
All the same,
Stores more information,
Than the non-molecular semiconductor,
Per unit of space time,
Short or long term “meme”-ory,
The Holy Grail of psycho-biology,
The same memory molecules in every central nervous system,
Organism,
Form the memes of memory,
From insect to human being,
A molecular memory chain,
Perhaps even extending,
Down,
To the microbial,
Level,
Meme, a building block,
One basic component of an organisms overall memory stock,
And in human beings,
They form what we might call “culture-genes,”
To borrow a little from a concept (culturgen),
Of socio-biologist E. O. Wilson,
Formed to store our culture-specific language or religion,
Science or superstition,
Knowledge or misinformation,
Perhaps our death or our salvation,
And mental facts,
Or Wilson’s “mentifacts,”
Beget artifacts,
Ming Dynasty pottery,
And other cultural artistry,
With cultural specificity,
Just practical,
Functional, like the wheel,
For basic transport, or to loot and steal,
Perhaps,
One of modern man’s most audacious acts,
Was the manufacture of molecular artifacts,
Persistent,
And never before existent,
In the environment,
Stored perhaps,
In our body fats,
Or for that matter,
Found in our ground water,
Even attacking our ozone layer,
Products,
Not of scientists,
But of industrial technocrats,
Not of human genes,
But of memes,
Prioducts of the neural coding of a decadent industrial,
Synthetic chemical,
Education,
Man and his confused neural models,
Or symbols,
Directing the movement of atoms and molecules,
Out of synchrony with biospheric rules,
Memes,
Organized by experience,
And in accordance,
With nutrition and genetics,
That work in tandem,
To form,
The memory of the human,
Or other central nervous system,
Organism,
On the level of the insect,
By manipulation of their experience or environment,
Normally heterosexual flies in one scientific experiment,
Developed or elicited changes that were behavioral,
Traits or behaviors considered homosexual,
Consider,
The top crayfish,
To its subordinate fellow crustacean,
It is mean,
Ripping open its abdomen,
With a swish,
Of its tail,
It seems to learn this behavior as well,
Getting,
First dibs on food,
And the best,
Rock crevice,
To nest in,
The alpha crawdad,
It’s bad,
It’s past winning experience,
Rather than merely genetics,
Induces,
Serotonin receptor sites to grow,
And so,
They gain neural prominence,
Further increasing the crayfish’s tail-flipping dominance,
Performance and response,
Until one day it loses,
Then serotonin receptor sites diminish,
The former alpha crayfish,
Relearns subordinance,
Serotonin,
Neurotransmitter or hormone?
Depending upon,
Not only the quantity,
Of serotonin,
But quality of receptor sites a crawdad has grown,
So, neurotransmitters don’t act alone,
Serotonin won’t enhance,
A crayfish’s aggressive response,
If receptor sites are not there to turn on,
To react upon,
If not, then that former alpha crawdad’s reign will be done,
Perhaps a survival mechanism,
To protect them,
From the new alpha crawdad’s aggression,
According to Shih-Rung Yeh,
Of Georgia State University,
Serotonin receptors of crawdads,
Are of at least two kinds,
And to both of these nerve receptors,
Serotonin binds,
But only one triggers the aggressive tail-flipping frenzies,
The other putting the crayfish at ease,
Leaving the non-alpha crayfish at peace,
Serotonin,
Neurotransmitter or hormone?
Also found in the human brain,
An eye for an eye,
A claw for a claw,
That’s what the hormone says,
When it bonds,
To the aggression-producing,
Nerve receptors,
God’s or the devil’s,
Little molecular messengers?
Serotonin,
More produced in men,
Than in women,
But perhaps,
As in the case of the crawdad,
Affecting different receptor sights,
Whose development is influenced,
Not just by sex,
But also by nutrition and experience,
Neither neuroreceptors,
Nor probably neurotransmitters,
Are replicated in a manner that’s completely,
Genetically,
Hardwired,
But instead are modified,
By the environmental,
Cultural,
Experiential,
Influences of the peripheral,
Nervous system,
Interacting with the central,
Nervous system,
Evolution of experientially evolved software,
Within the cerebral hardware,
German shepards from the same litter,
One a playful house pet,
Never a threat,
While his brother,
Or sister,
Is trained to be a killer,
One might even suspect,
Similar effects,
Caused by human experience,
Somewhat independent of genetics,
Like that between chickens and rooster,
As they learn their pecking order,
Or even the mountain gorilla,
For that matter,
Nutrition and genetics,
But then again experience,
All elicit their effects,
On the behavioral,
What might be called by some,
Cultural or experiential nutrition,
Or cultural or experiential malnutrition,
In addition,
To genetics and food nutrition,
Memes,
Are not reproduced sexually,
As are the genes,
Of complex organisms,
Such as human beings,
Instead they are replicated experientially,
Through the neural plasticity,
Of the central nervous system,
Organism,
When he or she dies
The memes are gone,
Only experience will replicate them,
Or approximate them,
In the next generation,
You may clone the genetic code,
But you can’t clone the psycho-molecular code,
Biomolecular relativity,
The unique movement and positioning,
Of energy, atoms, and their molecules,
Through the space of an organism,
And the more rigidly,
Genetically,
Hardwired neurons,
That house them,
Provide them a womb,
Protected from the body’s immune,
System,
To allow for protein diversity,
Independently,
Of the body’s immune system conformity,
Multi-variable protein formation,
To store multi-variable social,
And environmental,
Experiential,
Information,
Memes,
Plus the neurons and genes,
That house them and make them,
Are all a subset of biomolecular relativity,
What we might call psychomolecular relativity,
Or so it appears to me,
The observer has his own personal,
Psychomolecular relativity,
That effects perception of the world they see,
Not just the comet burning through the night,
But how we’ve come individually,
Relatively,
To perceive this light,
In light of our cultural awareness,
Or our near- or far-sightedness,
Atoms,
The same atoms in neurons,
And brains,
Also compose lungs,
And veins,
Eyes and ears,
Your nose,
And your toes,
But not necessarily forming,
The same molecules,
Or cells,
Atomic spacing,
Molecular positioning,
And their corresponding movement,
Are under different,
Rules,
Biomolecular relativity,
The unique movement,
And positioning,
Of atoms and molecules,
As modified by life,
Quantities,
And qualities,
Of different molecules,
In biological space,
Neurally evolved proteins
Making,
Within the central nervous system,
Organism,
Including,
Woman and man,
Memories and ideas,
The memes within,
The neurons,
With their own,
DNA,
And RNA,
Yet manufacturing
Protein diversity,
Neural memory,
Rather than rigid gene,
Protein,
Conformity,
Rather than mere instinctually,
Allowing additional,
Behavioral diversity,
Increasing chances of survivability,
And this diversity of protein,
May explain,
Why the brain,
Is protected,
Separated in part from,
The body's immune system,
A protection,
Against immune
Rejection,
Of the neurons that house them,
That house language and religion,
Our entire thinking system,
Immune response
Under normal conditions
Without a blood-brain barrier
Might reject neurons,
As foreign,
Due to protein,
Diversification,
The brain,
As manufacturer of memory protein,
May house the answer
To the protein disease of "mad cows,"
Or the similar disease
Discovered,
In some New Guinea cannibals
Both from eating human or animal,
Brains,
Or perhaps eyes or bones
Contaminated by them,
This infirmity of both
Mad cow and cannibal,
May be the same,
Out of control production,
Of redundant protein,
Both infections
Replicating Crutchfield
Jacobs disease proteins,
At the expense,
Of neural structure and memes,
The geneticists speak of what they call drift,
The linguists they do to,
Both might consider collision and synthesis as additional variables
to pursue,
Drift just don’t apply when genes and cultures collide,
And in the end,
After a genetic or linguistic collision,
Only a synthesis will abide,
When genes, language, or cultures collide,
And how many problems could we solve,
If we only knew the secret to make them co-evolve,
A story of dominant and recessive memes,
A story of dominant and recessive genes,
Genes and memes in drift,
Genes and memes in collision,
The need for a New World vision,
It was that very late-coming,
Usurping,
Military-industrial Indo-Aryan,
The Englishman,
Who made the Indian,
Sanskrit and European,
Linguistic connection,
Made only by going around the priestly Hindu Brahman,
Who coveted it, as a Catholic priest might covet Latin,
They had no desire to teach their priestly language to anyone,
Especially who was foreign,
Just as the imperialist Englishman,
Discouraged the teaching,
Of English to anyone,
Who was Indian,
It was Sir William Jones,
Sent to India as a judge by the English Crown,
A scholar and linguist of renown,
Who in the 18th century made the Indo-Aryan,
And European,
Linguistic group connection,
Soon to be,
Academically,
Dominated by scholars who were German,
Of the linguistic,
Synchronistic,
Characteristics,
Of Sanskrit,
Apparently more than a coincidence,
Jones said of it:
'The Sanskrit language, whatever be its antiquity, is of a wonderful
structure; more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin
and more exquisitely refined than either: yet bearing to both of them
a stronger affinity, both in the roots of verbs, and in the forms of
grammar, than could possibly have been produced by accident; so strong
indeed, that no philologer could examine them all without believing
them to have sprung from some common source which perhaps no longer
exists ...'
The Aryan mummies
Of Xinjiang,
Are not a class of rulers or nobles,
Nor embalmed Egyptian style,
But dried in the desert heat--preserved,
They came from four major sites,
In central Asia,
Scattered between the arid foothills of Tian Shan,
In northwest China,
Also from the fringes of the Taklimakan,
Desert,
And near the great caravan route,
That united Eur-Asia,
Evidence of a long extinct language,
Of an Indo-European origin,
That existed in central Asia,
And was known as Torcharian,
Is recorded in manuscripts as late as the 8th century AD,
Wearing clothing spun from rough outer coat,
Meaning ‘kemp’ from sheep or goat,
Dyed blue, green, or brown,
Plaid design woven in diagonal twill pattern,
Requiring sophisticated loom,
Eastermost example of this textile found,
Like textiles from sites in Germany, Austria,
And Scandinavia,
From same time period,
Jawaharlal Nehru documents Indian Indo-Aryan connections,
With Xinjiang’s,
Northern steppe-land areas,
And it’s ancient nomadic and trade route histories,
Decades before these “Europoid”,
Mummies were discovered,
In his book Discovering India which was written,
In 1944 in Ahmadnagar prison,
Where he was held for seeking independence of the Indian,
Subcontinent, from the modern,
English European,
Indo-Aryan,
Colonialism,
Nehru mentions,
The area these mummies come from,
“We have records of an Indian colony in Khotan,
Now in Sinkiang,”
Or “Xinjiang,” where the Aryan mummies are found,
And evidence of the ancient Indo-Aryan language,
Torcharian,
The steppe land that united Eur-Asian,
Horsemen,
Into a common,
Though fragmented, steppe land,
Culture, called Scytho-Siberian,
Although the Scythians themselves had a more western,
Permanent agrarian,
Homeland,
Near the Caspian,
And the Black Sea,
For most of the first millennium BC,
Cultivating grains to trade with the Greeks,
Showing agrarian as well as nomadic characteristics,
Little information exists regarding linguistics,
Some believe them to have been Turkic,
Either way the Indo-Aryan,
Mummies of Xinjiang,
Probably pre-date the Scythian,
Of the Buddhist era,
Nehru makes us aware,
That, “trade between India and other countries must have grown,”
And on those same trade routes Buddhism moved along,
Buddhism spread quickly in India from Kashmir,
And from there,
Central Asia,
Xinchiang,
And the caravan route is near,
Buddhism penetrated into Nepal and China,
As well as Tibet and Mongolia,
In India the religion,
Brought with it vegetarianism,
As well as alcohol abstention,
Possibly both a response to a return to agrarianism,
And away from pastoralism,
And a need to support a growing population,
Agricultural intensification,
Till then the upper caste,
Both Kshatria warrior and,
The Brahman priestly class,
Ate meat and drank wine,
Animal sacrifice was also forbidden,
But it would still be a couple of centuries after Buddha’s time,
Before his fame and post Vedic philosophy would climb,
And eventually,
Buddhist philosophy,
Will be,
Taken from the intellectually,
Rougher,
Scholars,
Of Benares,
And transferred to the more genteel,
Scholar of Taxila,
In the northwestern part of India,
A center of learning to nobles,
Also the priestly class Brahman,
Whose very social position,
And Indo-Aryan tradition,
Was threatened,
By Buddhist philosophy and religion,
Out of this university,
Came not only religion, theosophy, and astrology,
But also grammarians, mathematicians, and astronomy,
Men of medicine, and philosophy,
It is said that when Buddha,
Was ill, a physician,
Was sent to him,
From the university at Taxila,
The best known text on Indian surgery,
Dates to the early,
Era of Christianity,
It was written by Sushruta,
While Charak, the physician,
To the Buddhist King Kaniska,
Wrote the text on medicine,
Dhanwantari,
Is the legendary,
Founder of medicine,
Of the Indian,
Then there’s the Chinese legend,
Of a surgeon,
Named Huatuo,
A name that in China is uncommon,
It tells of his surgical extraction,
And repair of diseased human organs,
Using an anesthetic—possibly opium,
Some suspect Huatuo may be,
Derived from the,
Sanskrit word for medicine,
A technique practiced not by the Chinese,
But by the Indian,
One Aryan mummy,
With signs of surgery,
Sown up with sutures of horsehair,
After all those years,
Preserved in the desert there,
Foreign ideas,
Foreign “meme”-ories,
Open surgeries,
To treat infirmities,
Those ideas,
Were heresies,
To the Chinese,
And to their non-intrusive medical philosophies,
Villages for specialty crafts,
Run and maintained by lower castes,
Their products now traded by the mercantile Aryan,
For millennia the priest sat with the king,
Lusting for the power it would bring,
The Brahman religious caste,
And Kshatria warrior caste,
May have deigned to look down on trade and commerce,
Yet the caste hierarchy still advantaged their families to profit first,
But it must have been a relief to the lower caste,
To work in a specialty craft village,
Away from the upper caste demanding another arrogant privilege,
Though they reap the profits as in the past,
The Jatakas,
Are stories,
Written,
About the incarnation of Buddha,
I guess,
If reincarnation is the hypothesis,
It really pays to have good karma,
Or what you do in this life may in the next come back to harm you,
And it’s what any good farmer would know,
You come back later,
To reap what you earlier
Did sow,
The Jatakas,
Deal with the merger,
As it was after many centuries,
Of Dravidian and Indo-Aryan,
Histories,
The pre-Buddha Hindu Bhagavad Gita says,
'All paths lead to me'
Buddha seems to agree,
All paths lead to Nirvana, ecstasy, enlightenment, gain,
But don’t be too surprised to find that some paths more than others
are fraught with pain,
'What goes round
Comes round,’
And must be repeated again,
And again,
Around the time of Buddha,
Who suggested that his followers,
Plant a tree,
Plato describes the change of Attica,
From the time of Greek settling to about 425 BC,
What now remains of the once rich land,
Is like the skeleton of a sick man,
Formerly many of the present mountains were arable hills,
The present marshes were plains full of rich soil,
Hills were once covered by forests,
The land was enriched by yearly rains,
Which was not lost, as now,
By flowing from the bare land into the sea,
We know little of the first Indus Valley civilization,
Probably linguistically Dravidian,
Whose ancestors were old enough to trade with the Sumerian,
Nor the ancestors of the invading Aryan,
Probably,
Originally a darker complected,
Northerly migrating,
Grain-growing agrarian,
Who had now become a white, horse-riding,
Cattle-herding, semi-nomadic barbarian,
But possibly an advantage,
Under the situation,
As much of the land,
Of the Indus and Pakistan,
Had been,
Exhausted by past cultivation,
Erosion and siltation,
The system of irrigation,
And could not support its previous population,
This is probably what did in,
The ancient Indus Valley Dravidian,
More than the approximately 2000 BC invasion,
Of the Indo-Aryan,
One of the oldest female mummies,
Discovered by the Chinese,
She is apparently Indo-Aryan,
Maybe her language was Torcharian,
About 4,000 years old and found,
At Loulan,
On the shores of the now dried up Lake Lop Nor,
Dressed in wool with boots of leather,
Near basket with grains of wheat,
Some say that while Alexander the Great,
Spread Greek influence throughout Eurasia,
He depleted Greece of both its,
Military and intelligencia,
Leaving Greece with a case,
Of cultural amnesia,
But as Plato pointed out before,
To get to what really ailed Greece,
You didn’t have to go that far,
No society can support military
Or mental toil,
Without nutrients and plants,
Provided by the soil,
Within a century of Plato’s,
Greek soil eulogy,
Alexander marches to victory,
At least in Western history,
His Greeks take Egypt and Iran,
Then Afghanistan,
And Northwest India or Pakistan,
India’s northwest,
Where so many invaders historically clashed,
And controlled,
The old,
University,
City of Taxila,
Center of learning for Indian,
Intellectual elites,
Brahman priests,
And now also the teachings,
Of Buddha,
The invasion,
Of northwestern,
India,
By Alexander the Great,
Began with the conquest by his Macedonian father of the Greek city states,
Replacing their inter-warring city-state anarchy,
With a militarized monarchy,
Alexander,
Against the opinion of his teacher,
Aristotle,
And Greeks who saw themselves as a superior race,
Married the daughter of the,
Defeated Persian king Darius,
As well as the Asian daughter,
Of a chief who was Bactrian,
Near the borders of Iran and Afghanistan,
Adopting new gods as they rolled,
Along,
Into the Greek pantheon,
And foreign goddesses were also brought along,
So the all-male Greek gods would not be alone,
The goddess,
Athena, according to the Greeks,
Sprouted full grown out of the head of Zeus,
And it is through him, no doubt, she speaks,
Athena,
The goddess,
Who bestows olives,
To Athens,
And is also allied to Ares,
That Greek god of wars,
Zeus’ intellectual masturbation,
His immaculate conception,
Or misconception,
Ares,
Mars,
Wars,
Ahriman,
That vicious god of the Indo-Iranian,
Of Persia or Iran,
A sign of alpha-male cultural domination,
And further mutating this Greek religion,
Alexander declared himself a god in what would later become,
A Roman tradition,
When Alexander died and his short time was done,
The Greek power strugglers murdered his Eurasian wife and son,
The news came to India in 323 BC that he was gone,
That Alexander the Great had died in Babylon,
The ephemeral Greek empire was now divided,
But Indian city-feudal states in order to repel them had united,
By the efforts of Chandragupta Maurya,
And his friend, minister, and counselor,
Brahman Chanakya,
Of the priestly class,
Both upper caste,
Exiles from the powerful Nanda Kingdom of Magadha,
They drove the Greek garrison from Taxila,
The appeal to nationalism brought allies to Chandragupta,
And he marched with them across north India to Pataliputra,
Where he formed the empire known as Maurya,
The Greek General, Seleucus,
Trying to re-establish,
His hold on India’s northwest,
With his army crossed the Indus,
But he was defeated again,
And had to cede to India part of Afghanistan,
As a bonus in marriage Chandragupta also wins the Greek general’s
daughter’s hand,
Yet the Maurya empire,
Will maintain relations with the Greek Seleucids of Babylon and the
Ptolomys of Egypt,
Who still controlled the route to Europe over which Indian goods were
shipped,
The Maurya king’s advisor,
The Brahman Chanakya,
Authored the ‘Arthashastra’,
Whose English translation is the 'Science of Polity',
And left him with the dubious title of India’s Machiavelli,
And calculating he might have been,
To protect this new empire Indian,
To serve and council his king and friend,
Yet simple and austere in his personal life,
Above the daily strife,
Free of the pomp and pageantry of his position,
That led to Buddha’s popularity and left his priestly Brahman
class
in derision,
He often wished to retire Brahman, or Buddha-like, to a life of contemplation,
He would do what he must,
To achieve his purpose,
He was unscrupulous,
Enough,
And if the means,
Did not suit his ends,
He wasn’t too proud to bluff,
Long before Clausewitz,
He stated war was just a continuance,
Of state policy by other means,
But not wise if it tears the state waging it apart at the seams,
If its statesmanship is corrupt,
The state’s moral authority is bankrupt,
Better to win over an enemy,
Than destroy yourself out of envy,
‘The ignorant rely on Providence,’
He is purported to say,
‘They look to the stars for help
Instead of relying on themselves,’
Certainly not his way,
Around 273 BC Ashoka,
Grandson of Chandragupta,
Ascends to the kingship of the empire Maurya,
Whose capital was still Pataliputra,
He had previously served as Viceroy of Taxila,
Which was also a center for the teachings of Buddha,
The empire extended over much of the subcontinent of India,
The land of the Dravidia,
All the way north into central Asia,
Which is now part of China,
So he undertook to unite all of India,
By invading the east coast kingdom of Kalinga,
But there much blood was shed,
Many taken into captivity many dead,
‘Unique among the victorious monarchs and captains of history,
He decided to abandon warfare in the full tide of victory,’
Kalinga had fallen and the southern tip of India was his for the taking,
Then in the name of Buddha he renounced his war making,
‘Directly after the annexation of the Kalingas began his Sacred
Majesty’s,
Zealous protection of the law of Piety ....,
Even upon the forest folk in his dominions His Sacred Majesty,
Looks kindly,’
Thus spoke Ashoka trying to improve his Karma,
A King of privilege but also Dharma,
His ambassadors went to Syria, Egypt, Macedonia, Cyrene and Epirus,
Conveying his greeting and Buddha’s message,
Of the myriad monarchs buried in history,
With their titles of Graciousness,
His Highness and Royal Majesty,
Ashoka stands alone a star,
In praise of the Buddha denouncing war,
From the Volga to Japan they still honor his name,
More than have ever heard of Alexander, Constantine or Charlemagne,
‘At all times and at all places /
Whether I am dining or in the
Ladies apartments /
In my bedroom or in my closet /
In my carriage or in my palace
gardens /
The official reporters should
Keep me informed of the people’s
business /
At any hour and at any place /
Work I must for the common weal,’
(Quote from King Ashoka)
After 41 years as Indian king,
Ashoka died in 232 BC,
The Maurya empire making way for the smaller Sungya dynasty,
While in the south new states were rising,
In the north there were still Indo-Greeks known as Bactrian,
Still invading northern land of the Indian Indo-Aryan,
Some of these were Greek Bactrian,
Having become so Indian,
That both Hinduism,
And Buddhism,
Had become their religion,
The Indo-Greek King Menanader invaded from Afghanistan,
But he was beaten back again,
King Menander,
Also known as King Milinda,
Surrendering to the lure of India,
Himself converted to Buddha,
Inspiring the Graeco-Buddhist art of Gandara,
In Afghanistan and its Indian border,
And in the first century BC,
In central India at Besnagar near Sanchi,
Was erected the Heliodorus column to the Indian god Vishnu,
By the Greek ambassador who had himself become Hindu,
And upon Heliodorus’ column its writ,
In pre-Latin, Indo-Aryan Sanskrit:
‘Three immortal precepts when prac-
ticed well, lead to Heaven-self-
restraint, self-sacrifice (charity),
conscientiousness.’
Still other invaders continued to invade,
Some being repelled others infiltrating the upper ranks of the old caste
System charade,
Another usurper in this cuckoo bird masquerade,
The Rajput Kshatria clans date to a second century BC invasion,
Of a tribe called Shaka who are also known as Scythians,
Turkic or Indo-Aryan?
Do the mummies with the long felt hats pertain to them?
Those hats,
Looking like the witch’s hat of the Europeans?
Scythians,
Whose very name,
Conjures up an ancient artifact for harvesting grain,
And if you explore our collective unconsciousness a little deeper,
The scythe is also carried by the Grim Reaper,
The Shakas become converts to Buddhism,
And Hinduism too,
Then their reign is disrupted by the Asiatic Kushans who enter this
Northern Indian milieu,
The Kushan King Kanishka becomes a Buddhist legend,
Although he mixed his Buddhist religion,
With the Persian Zoroastrian,
The Kushans, though Indianized,
Become as Asian foreigners despised,
Again nationalist sentiments are organized,
Coincidentally led by another,
Chandragupta,
But his new empire is not named Maurya,
But Gupta,
Beginning in 320 AD,
Bringing back India’s old Vedic pre-Buddhist identity,
Buddhism born and flowered in an outgoing, culturally positive Indian
time,
And still flowering in East Asia but in its birthplace in decline,
Although while Buddhism in India held sway,
Controversy was generated anyway,
By division into two sects,
Mahayana and Hinayana both competing for respects,
In the brief reign of Buddhism over Hindu philosophy,
In India,
Mahayana Buddhism held sway,
And was introduced to China that way,
While Ceylon and Burma adopted Hinayana,
And with it,
Sanskrit,
Also spread to colonies in Indochina,
And to Java in Indonesia,
In the seventh century AD,
There were Sanskrit recitals in Cambodia,
Sanskrit is still used for ceremonial purposes in Thailand,
Which in olden days was called Siam,
And even in the time of Buddha,
Indian Ships capable of carrying hundreds of passengers sailed as far
as China,
So it’s a cultural mystery even yet,
Why did China accept,
The Buddha,
But not adopt,
The more practical writing of Sanskrit?
Sometime after 200 AD,
Chinese Buddhist priests initiated missionary work in Japan,
Yet there was little direct influence that was Indian,
Only in 738 AD did Indian priests visit from Indo-China or An-am,
Bodhisena arrived with this party,
From the Hindu-China country of Rin’yû,
And is said to have brought with him,
The music called Rin’yû-gaku,
In any event,
The Japanese interest in Buddhism,
Eventually leads to an interest in,
The Hindu writing Sanskrit,
Which in turn influences it,
The Japanese language’s 50 syllabic,
Vowel sounds of a, i, u, e, o,
Imitate Sanskrit,
And thus, even the English or Spanish a, e, i, o, u,
At the Indian caves of Ajanta,
Built during the era,
Of the empire of the Gupta,
Between 400 and 600 AD,
We still see,
Reverence for the Buddha,
And though the Buddha advises caution,
Regarding women,
Perhaps influenced by India’s male-dominated caste system,
The Buddhist priests and monks can’t help but dedicate,
Much of their art to the female in her more sensual state,
A few moments of felicity,
An illusory pseudo-ecstasy,
Another karmic repetition of reproductive misery,
By not sowing, you do not reap,
Not trying to hold on to what you can’t keep,
Angkor Watt,
Is in what,
Was once called Cambodia,
In Indo-China,
Now Kampuchea,
In southeast Asia,
By 1200 AD,
Angkor Watt will be,
Mixing Hindu-Aryan religious symbology,
With Buddhist philosophy,
And southeast Asian agronomy,
Although the genes of the Hindu-Aryans,
Do not flow,
To any significant,
Extent,
Through the veins,
Of Angkor Watt’s population,
Within Angkor Watt’s borders,
Imported Hindu-Aryan cultural memes carry out their orders,
Because what did flow,
And although,
In ruins,
Are still there to show,
Are the transfer of cultural memes,
That is,
Ideas,
And the cultural artifacts they bring,
In Angkor Watt,
Where Khmer kings,
Associate,
Themselves with Hindu-Aryan gods,
To give their city-state’s,
Royalty,
An identity,
Hoping to survive poltically,
Against all odds,
In Angkor Watt,
One work of art,
Depicting,
The churning,
Of a milky sea,
Until its buttery,
Is Indian,
Rather than southeast Asian,
This symbology,
Originally,
Representing Hindu-Aryan cosmology,
Was a legacy,
Of the Hindu-Aryan’s,
Ancient Indian,
Or proto-European,
Cattle-herding history,
In Angkor Watt,
Beautifully carved female divas,
Mix with statues,
Of Buddha,
And the pre-Buddhist gods,
Of the Vedas,
Vishnu,
And Shiva,
Brought to Indo-China
By India’s colonizing,
Indo-Aryan Hindus,
A lingering,
History of an ancient migration,
And colonization,
Of Indo-China,
By the Indo-Aryan,
Or northern Indian,
An invasion,
Not by horses and chariots,
But this time by giant sailing ships,
This colonization of Indo-China,
And Indonesia,
By the Hindu-Arya,
Occurred between 500 BC,
And the first centuries AD,
Approximately,
Angkor Watt,
With its influence Hindu-Aryan,
While at the same time,
Taking,
Indigenous soil and stone,
To construct an indigenous,
Culture of their own,
Their own idiosynchracies,
Cultural relativities,
To China,
And India,
Southeast Asia provides,
The gift of rice,
Perhaps,
The most important bio-cultural artifact required,
To build their ephemeral paradise,
More stable than,
The cultivation of corn,
Or other grains that one,
Might in the tropics farm,
Water received by rice paddies,
Through irrigation,
Supplement the soil,
Which is thin and tropical,
Providing additional,
Otherwise unavailable,
Nutrients for fertilization,
About the same time,
In the 13th century AD,
Northern India and Ceylon,
Will be in decline,
Not only more invasions,
But again soil relations,
Will push the Indo-Aryan culture,
Of Hinduism,
And Buddhism,
Into schism,
In its Indian,
Homeland,
Ceylon’s sophisticated system of irrigation,
Under the pressure of increased population,
Brick-making deforestation,
Will turn a former island,
Of Indian colonial migration,
Into misery and stagnation,
Muslim merchants now control the spice trade,
Upon which Indian wealth and European debt had been made,
Angkor Watt will be soon,
To join them,
Due not to agriculture,
So much as to invaders,
From Thailand,
Who themselves are being driven,
By the brief invasion,
Of the horse-riding Mongolian,
Coming all the way from,
Northern China,
Which they now controlled,
Since their invasion,
From Mongolia,
The Thais will lay waste,
To Angkor Watt,
Rape and take,
Their real-life dancing divas,
To Thailand,
To perform for them,
Subjugation,
Nation against nation,
Thailand also has a history,
A cultural memory,
Of a centuries-old emigration,
A colonization,
By the Indo-Aryan,
And the bringing of,
Buddhism,
From India or Ceylon,
To their region,
Was southeast Asia,
Or Indo-China,
The cradle,
Of original,
Tropical,
Agriculture?
Some claim,
That agriculture had a southeast Asian,
Rather than,
A Middle Eastern,
Indian,
Or African,
Origen,
That it was tropical Asian,
Rather than,
Mesopotamian,
Anatolian,
Or North African,
Possibly before the end of the last Ice Age,
Long before grain and bean agriculture became,
The Old World rage,
Southeast Asian,
Fishing and forest communities,
Began a selection,
Of useful plants that could,
Be spread,
Through vegetative reproduction,
Rather than seed planting,
Tropical southeast Asia,
Is in many ways,
Like tropical South America,
A similar environment,
A similar climate,
A similar development,
Fishing,
Hunting,
Gathering,
And later planting,
Of starchy crops,
Such as South American manioc,
And in south Asia,
Starchy taro and other crops,
Not dependent upon,
Seed selection,
Long before the cultivation of corn,
During the last Ice Age,
When there was a land bridge,
Between Asia and Alaska,
The indigenous American Mongolian,
With their millennial history,
Of American ancestry,
Remained a coastal fisher,
Or inland hunter,
And gatherer,
Then combining,
This occupation,
With the cultivation,
Of additional starch-rich plants,
Probably the first plant food production,
Was from plants reproduced
By non-seed vegetative reproduction,
Which,
As with the southeast Asian,
Requires supplementing,
This starchy vegetation,
With wild game hunting,
For all of their protein,
Or perhaps supplementing,
This starchy,
Caloric nutrition,
With dogs or other animals,
Suitable for domestication,
In the extreme reverting to cannabalism,
The pre-Hispanic Huancas,
Of South America,
Who became vassals of the Incas,
Had a cult of the dog,
In their temples,
It is said that they had,
Such a passion for dog meat,
They would do anything to obtain it,
This passion led to a worship,
There was no feast more important,
Than a dog banquet,
An infatuation,
That would be shared across the ocean,
By the southeast Asian,
The Meso-American Mayan,
Population,
May have used the leaf protein,
Of the tree we call Ramon,
At least in times,
Of overall food decline,
When years were lean,
This unique innovation,
The extraction of protein,
From leaf vegetation,
Was the tradition,
Of the South American,
Andes populations,
Who did so with the coca plant,
That produces the alkaloid cocaine,
But also protein,
And vitamins,
Perhaps our culture should be so sane,
Do the same,
According to a report of the U.S.D.A.,
The coca plant is,
One of the most nutritious,
Plants grown in Latin America,
Ranking higher than,
Average in,
Calories, fiber,
Carbohydrates and protein,
In calcium phosporus,
Iron,
Vitamin A and riboflavin,
This most nutritious vegetation,
And while Coca-Cola no longer adds the cocaine alkaloid,
To its product,
They still use the coca leaf’s essential oils and flavanoids,
To make their syrup,
The North American Indian,
Sometimes,
Ate the seeds of oak or pine,
Gathering,
Then again,
A fascination with seeds,
Because of their edibility,
Being highly nutritious,
And proteinaceous,
In comparison to plants,
That are just,
Carbohydrate-rich,
Or starchy crops,
May have led to a familiarity,
With their reproductive properties,
In some regions,
About the same time,
Or maybe before,
Discovering,
Vegetative reproduction,
From cuttings,
Familiarity with seeds,
May have,
Led to the planting,
And spreading,
Of squash, pumpkin,
Gourd and legume,
Cotton, rice or corn,
By the south Asian,
And their Mongoloid,
Or Mongolian-like,
Kin,
The American Indian,
Discovering,
And developing,
Agrarianism,
Separately and independently,
In their respective homelands,
As typified by their different grain,
Rice in Asia,
Corn in América,
Whether it be the American Indian,
Who is of Asian,
Mongolian,
Origen,
Whose ancestors,
Crossed the Bering,
Only later becoming agrarian,
Or the southeast Asian,
Or Mesopotamian,
Or Egyptian,
Or pre-aryan Indian,
Or the Chinese agrarian,
The real agricultural revolution will come,
With domestication of a grain,
Amaranth or corn,
In the case of the American Mongolian,
Or Indian,
Rice,
In the case,
Of the south Asian Mongolian,
And selection of legumes,
To produce their beans,
To combine,
For complete vegetable protein,
The innovation,
That completes the agrarian,
Revolution,
Every advanced agrarian,
Civilization,
Combined a bean,
And a grain,
Of some kind or another,
Rather than simply consuming,
Starchy plant fare,
A true agrarian,
Revolution,
Requires the genetic selection,
Of seeds from improved beans and grains,
To speed improved genetic variations,
To increase crop production,
And thus the population,
Of the agrarian,
Contrary to the idea,
That creative,
Innovative ability,
Is stimulated in higher,
Latitudes,
And stifled in the tropics,
The American Mongolian,
Coming,
All the way south from,
Northern Asia,
And Alaska,
Didn’t create an agrarian,
Civilization,
Until reaching,
Tropical Meso-America,
It was there in central and southern Mexico,
They found a plethora,
Of wild plants,
Whose traits,
Would be given direction,
By seed selection,
Domestication,
It is believed,
That until about 7,000 BC,
The migrating,
American Mongolian,
That we call Indian,
Depended upon,
Large game hunting,
Then changing conditions,
Extinctions,
Leading to a human lifestyle change,
Hunting of small game and more plant foraging,
Around 7,000 BC,
We find,
From archealogical excavations,
Of caves in the semi-arid highlands,
The oldest documented use of wild corn,
Which comes from,
Dry refuse accumulations,
Left by cave dwelling men,
And women,
Who lived in the arid valley of Tehuacan,
Also around then,
Development of the bean,
And the pumpkin,
Even gourds and cotton,
By 3,400 BC,
There will be,
Zapotes and chiles,
Amaranths,
The tepary bean and squashes,
Yet the corn of the time,
Is probably still wild,
By 1,500 BC the corn is a hybrid,
Crossed with wild or domesticated,
Varieties,
Methodically,
Sometimes crossing the corn domesticant,
With teonsite,
A wild distant relative to it,
Corn is now dependent,
Upon,
Humans for its cultivation,
Propagation,
A growing selection,
Of cultigens,
Perhaps around a hundred,
By then,
In the various bio-regions of Meso-America,
Anuals,
Perenials,
Even fruits from trees,
And in the lowland tropics,
Vanilla and chocolate,
Samples,
Of fossil corn pollen,
Found,
Below the ground,
In the Valley of Mexico,
Show,
Wild corn thrived there,
80,000 years ago,
although now long extinct,
in that habitat,
it is the antecedent,
of the domesticated corn plant,
proving it was existent,
native to the North American,
continent,
long before the indigenous,
Mongolian,
American Indian,
Came to inhabit it,
And root crops or not,
The true agrarian art,
Comes with seeds,
To produce grains and beans,
And in Mexico it probably began,
In the highlands,
Then extended down,
To the lowlands,
And led to such lowland,
Civilizations,
As the Olmec and the Mayans,
Even if the lowlands,
Produced the useful starch plants,
They would not produce a truly agrarian,
Revolution,
Whether on the North American,
Or South American,
The Eurasian or African,
Continents,
Only bean and grain,
Agrarianism,
Would and did do that,
After centuries or millennium,
Of seed selection,
And crossing,
A god of corn,
Is born,
In the minds of its creators,
Bow to Yum Kax,
The Maya’s,
God of maize,
A god probably conceived,
By other tribes,
Before them,
Who passed on,
The tradition,
Of corn cultivation,
To them,
Before the Mayas,
Perhaps this god,
Was a goddess,
Whether,
Original agriculture
Was an invention,
Of a woman or a man,
Or the collective contribution
Of both of them,
Is still a case of speculation,
And again,
Not so black,
Or white,
Was woman inventor of the hoe?
Or just a slave to man?
We don't know,
Although,
Probably somewhere in between,
The Inca of South America,
Who speak a language called Quechwa,
Left the honor,
Of agriculture,
To the male,
For others,
Honoring their mothers,
Or significant others,
Agriculture is a goddess,
But the more important question is,
Who hoes and who harvests?
The pre-historic
And early historic,
Societies,
All worshipped many,
Deities,
Which will be males,
And which will be females,
Is just another case of
Cultural relativities,
Somehow,
The people developed,
A technique,
Over time,
Of soaking the corn,
In water mixed with ash or lime,
Which we only know in modern times,
Frees the amino acid lysine,
For human digestion,
To make a more complete protein,
An alkalai technique,
Perhaps first practiced by the people,
Chewing coca,
In South América,
And still traditionally practiced,
By indigenous corn growers everywhere,
From North to South América,
Lime,
Or alkaline,
Processing of corn,
May have been born,
From a South American,
Coca processing tradition,
Was this innovation,
Introduced to the Mexican,
Meso-American,
Region,
At or about the same time,
South América received the Meso-American,
Gift of corn?
To this day the Perupechua,
Or Tarascan Indians,
Of Mexico’s state of Michoacan,
Speak a language that linguists claim,
Is partly South American in origen,
The Perupechua or Tarascans,
The only Meso-Americans,
With weapons,
Of bronze,
Aiding in keeping,
The Aztecs from attacking,
Them,
In swarms,
With their stone-age arms,
The Perupechua language,
A mix,
Of the South American,
Inca,
Language called Quechua,
And Zuni,
A language that was spoken,
As far north as the southwestern,
State of modern Arizona,
And perhaps even another,
This simple tradition,
Of cooking,
With ash or lime,
Alkaline,
Was another agrarian revolution,
Freeing the land,
Needing to grow less corn per person,
By producing more protein,
Particularly more of the amino acid lysine,
From the same,
Quantity of corn,
For the south Asian,
The seed selection,
Of tropical beans,
And rice that ancient grain,
Combined,
To make complete protein,
Bean and grain,
The universal staples,
Of all agrarian peoples,
Although some,
Consider the origen,
Of rice cultivation,
To be of Chinese,
Or pre-aryan Indian,
Perhaps Dravidian,
Indian,
Origen,
Others say,
The first rice planting,
Was in Thailand,
About 8 thousand years,
From the present era,
In Thailand,
Even,
The cultivation,
Of legumes,
That provide civilization's beans,
Is given an estimation,
For their first planting,
Of nine millennium,
Before our present one,
An estimation for the origen of vegetable production,
Is put at 12 millennium,
From present,
In Thailand,
Which is at least 2 millennium earlier than that,
Of Mesopotamian,
Egyptian,
Or Chinese vegetable cultivation,
Some even claim,
The southeast Asian,
May even,
Have crossed the Pacific Ocean,
Although the majority of the indigenous American population,.
Like the northeast and southeast Asian,
Are of Mongolian,
Or Mongoloid origen,
Their route of immigration,
Is still accepted to be,
The Asian-Alaskan,
Bering Straight crossing,
From south Asia,
Possibly went,
Rice, bananas, persimmons, and yams,
To China,
Dogs, fowl, bananas and taros to Africa,
Dogs to Australia,
And pigs to New Guinea,
Pigs, fowl and breadfruit to Polynesia,
As unlikely as a south Pacific,
Contact might seem,
With only chancy,
Oceanic currents and wind-blown pathways,
Consider the spread of corn,
From North America,
To South America,
Across Meso-America’s dense tropical green,
Or the blue ocean,
Just consider the ingenious navigation,
Of Polynesian seamen,
Sailing and colonizing,
All the Polynesian Islands,
Even the Easter Islands,
Off the coast of South America,
The Polynesians,
Once probably mainland Asians,
Although not Mongolians,
Navigating,
And even inhabiting,
The Easter Islands,
Sailing,
Near the shores,
Of the South American Indian,
The American Indian,
Or Mongolian,
Whose ancestors had migrated,
All the way from the northeast Asian region,
And Alaska's Ice Age Bering crossing,
Pedestrian,
Walking,
Ironically,
The American Indian,
Are distant kin,
Although separated by millennium,
Of an American,
And earlier northern Asian,
Ice Age migration,
Of those same Mongolian-like,
Or Mongoloid,
Humans who may have driven them,
The Polynesians,
From their ancient,
Southeast Asian,
Homeland,
And perhaps later blocked their entrance,
And inhabitance,
Of the South American,
Mainland,
Marginalized,
Off the coast on the Easter Islands,
Consuming too rapidly,
Of the islands’ ecology,
Overpopulation and island resources expended on,
Stone-headed religious hypocracy,
And no doubt with it a self-righteous aristocracy,
Leading to collapse of a marginalized,
Overly extravagent,
Religiously fanatic,
Island society,
What may have worked for them,
For some time,
On the mainland,
Collapses fast on an island,
Resources spread too thin,
Meanwhile,
Other mid-oceanic,
Polynesian Pacific,
Islands,
Will thrive,
Breadfruit trees,
Pigs,
And fishing to stay alive,
Not devoting limited resources,
To religious extravagences,
Although both sides of the Pacific Ocean,
Cultivated gourds or cotton,
This is only an indication,
Of human adaptation,
To similar bio-regions,
Independent selection,
Of similar cultigens,
To utilize for similar functions,
But just try to explain,
That cocaine,
Found,
Inside mummies of Egyptians!
Much is open to speculation,
Yet just as telling,
About the dearth of south Asian,
And southern American,
Cultural,
And agricultural,
Exchange,
Across the south Pacific Ocean,
Is their separate and distinct cultivation,
Of grains,
Asian rice and American corn,
That in pre-Colombian times,
Never crossed the Pacific Ocean,
Long before Angkor Watt,
With its Hindu-Aryan,
Pantheon,
Which in the history,
Of Southeast Asia,
Appeared rather late,
Thailand,
May have been,
Not only a center of bean,
And grain,
Agrarianism,
But even,
Of technological,
Innovation,
A metalurgical,
Revolution,
A tall 5,600 year old skeleton of a man,
From Ban Chiang,
In northern Thailand,
Buried with a spear,
Near,
His hand,
The spearhead is of bronze fabrication,
Its wooden,
Shaft,
Long since gone,
It is 600 years older than bronze artifacts,
From any other region,
Including the bronze,
Of Chinese or Indian,
Egyptian or Mesopotamian,
Origen,
Then,
At a 1,600 BC archaeological excavation,
Also at Ban Chiang,
In Thailand,
Iron objects are found,
As old as iron artifacts,
Manufactured by the Hittites,
Those Indo-Aryans,
Who invaded the Middle Eastern,
And Egyptian,
Regions,
With their horse-drawn chariots,
And iron weapons,
Agricultural evidence,
Is numerous,
Down to the lowest levels of excavation,
Rice husks are found in fired ceramics,
That were used to prevent shrinkage and cracks,
Showing rice kernal imprints,
On the surfaces of pots,
An indication,
That this grain,
Had been domestically grown,
The earliest known pottery,
Dates approximately,
To 7,000 BC,
Only,
Two thousand years older than,
The Jomon pottery produced in Japan,
Which may be the earliest pottery known,
But the earliest pottery of Ban Chiang,
Of Thailand,
Already demonstrates a quality of design,
That indicates the artisans,
Had been making their pottery,
Already,
For some time,
From the earliest black pots,
Incised with geometric patterns,
To middle period red-on-buff forms,
Which bear amazing resemblance,
To that produced only later,
By the Chinese, Egyptians,
And Mesopotamians,
The earliest inhabitants of the region,
Of Ban Chiang,
In northeast Thailand,
Inhabited Spirit Cave,
Around 10,000 BC,
They probably,
Used it as one of their hunting camps,
Rather than for permanent inhabitance,
They were a tall, muscular,
People,
With surprising physical,
Features,
Heavy bones,
Wide faces,
Fairly pronounced brow ridges,
Not like the smoothly rounded,
Skull,
Of the Mongolian,
Whose genotype-phenotype now dominates,
The entire east Asian mainland,
These earliest inhabitants appear,
More like the Polynesians,
Who now inhabit far-flung,
Pacific islands,
Probably having migrated there from,
This southeast Asian,
Mainland,
After abandoning,
Sites such as,
Ban Chiang,
While implements,
That will become,
Standards in the rice cultivation,
Of the southeast Asian,
Such as slate knives,
Used in its harvest,
At least as old as 5,500 BC,
Are found at Spirit Cave,
In Thailand,
From that time until 3,600 BC,
In terms of artifacts gathered,
By modern archaeology,
Ban Chiang appears to have been virtually,
Abandoned,
And then,
Florescence again,
Of an agrarian,
Civilization,
On a scale that it never previously,
Had been,
In Ban Chiang,
The new people who replaced them,
Were probably more strictly agrarian,
Rather than hunting,
And gathering,
They probably spoke a language
That united them,
And with their agrarian lifestyle,
Probably overwhelmed,
The Polynesian,
Pressuring them to flee,
Across the sea,
The Mongoloid,
Or Mongolian-like Eastern Asian,
Is unique in the slant of the eyes,
An adaptation or not to an age of ice?
Appearing to have more carotene,
Providing a unique pigmentation,
Coloring,
To their complexion,
In addition to varying shades of melanin,
A relation to the distance,
From equator of their homeland,
Vitamin D in the diet or nutrition,
And time,
Some northern agrarian Asians,
Bearing a near white complexion,
Compared to the southern Asian,
Or even nomadic northern Mongolian,
But all maintaining,
A more constant level of melanin,
Causing their hair and eyes black pigmentation,
Like Negroids,
And most Caucasoids,
With the exception of those post-Ice Age agrarian Europoids,
All of them,
Named for the horse-riding Mongolian,
Whose expanding empire clashed,
And finally crashed,
At the borders,
Of the Christian,
European,
Indo-Aryan,
Caucasian,
This was about the same time,
Other members of these same nomadic Mongolian,
Asian,
Tribesmen,
Were invading their fellow Mongoloid kinsmen,
The Chinese,
And even the Thais,
Who were agrarians,
To the south of them,
In the 13th century,
Before disappearing into history,
They must have left an impression,
Upon the minds of the European,
Who named all east Asians,
After them,
Mongoloid,
Meaning Mongolian-like,
As distinct,
From Negroid,
Or Caucasoid,
It was the "Europoid,"
That light-complected,
Northwestern Eurasian,
Agrarian version,
Of the Caucasoid,
Who in the 19th century were so proud,
Of the newly invented industrialism,
And whose educated classes,
Even,
Considered themselves superior,
To the European,
Masses,
Pioneered the creation,
Of this racial classification,
Anthropological system,
Although before science,
Distinct Eurasian civilizations,
Had been aware of their physiological variations,
For this same reason,
India's invading aryan,
Proto-European,
Create the caste system,
To separate themselves from the Dravidian,
Who had previously created an Indus civilization,
That in many ways may have out-shone,
That created later by the aryan,
Then to call a form of mental retardation,
Mongolism,
Even though the Asian Mongolian,
In truth has a slightly larger brain,
Per body weight,
Than the Caucasoid,
Although this does not necessarily increase intelligence,
It’s certainly an example of nature making an attempt,
Intelligence,
Is dependent not only upon a quantity of energy,
But on the quality of its organization,
Within the brain,
Spacings,
Relations,
Like letters on a page,
Still one cannot build human brain organization,
With the same quantity of atoms,
Even in the brain of an orangutan,
Intelligence as we know it does,
Require a critical mass,
Of atoms and molecules,
Or cells,
After that overall brain organization rules,
And even genetic potential,
For outstanding intelligence,
Cannot always overcome,
Poor nutrition,
Or cultural malnutrition,
Cultural retardation,
The Mongolian Spot,
Like a smooth birthmark,
But not appearing at random,
Genetically-fixed in space,
At the base,
Of the spine,
An added concentration,
Of pigmentation,
Melanin,
Fading,
With age and with time,
From the skin,
Of everyone,
Who is of Mongolian origin,
From Mongolia,
Or China,
Japan,
Or Thailand,
Etc.,
It is also upon the skin,
Of the American Indian,
Marking them,
Verifying that their ancient origin,
Was also that of the Mongolian,
The Ban Chiang agrarian economy,
Changes radically,
Sometime around the second millennia BC,
A change from dry land cultivation,
Of rice,
To wet cultivation in flooded paddies,
A little,
Like the model,
Of the less tropical,
Middle Eastern,
Agrarian,
Revolution,
Whose original habitat is forest land,
Until they settle upon irrigation,
Of the Nile and Mesopotamia,
Region,
Or more like Meso-America’s,
Lowland Maya,
Who may have gone,
From slash and burn,
Corn cultivation,
To sophisticated,
Collective irrigation,
No doubt such an innovation,
Increased human population,
With this agrarian revival,
There is also,
An increase in the population,
Of domesticated water buffaloes,
Needed to pull the plows,
As well as pigs and fowl,
With a simultaneous decrease,
Of deer and other animals,
Which had depended upon,
The decreasing forest land,
For their survival,
So now,
Animal protein,
Will not come so much from hunting,
As from domestication,
Of water buffalo,
Pigs and fowl,
And possibly some cattle,
Although,
In the end there will be little left to show,
A transition from slash-and-burn,
To rice paddie irrigation,
Post holes where wooden houses once had been,
Evidence from the skeletons,
Of anemia,
Tuberculosis,
And malaria,
Dental problems,
And high,
Infant mortality,
Adults dying,
At the average age of thirty,
The dead were entombed with ceremony,
And based upon social position,
A pecking order in the society,
Social hierarchy,
Though clearly pioneers in metallurgy,
Yet sure enough of their safety from neighbors,
And disenfranchised others,
Not to have applied this technology,
Militarily,
More likely to make bracelets,
Than armaments,
Although perhaps never developing cities,
On the scale of Mesopotamian,
And Nile river valleys,
Making the highest quality of bronze,
That it would take the Middle Eastern Caucasian,
3,000 years to learn,
Then,
This civilization,
In northeast Thailand,
Ban Chiang,
Whose religion,
May have been,
A fertility cult,
Based upon,
Snakes and phalluses,
That are common,
In their pottery design,
Disappeared,
Mysteriously,
Around 250BC,
This northeastern area of Thailand,
Only until modern times,
Remained abandoned,
Vitamin-D,
Not found in a grain diet to any degree,
But it can be,
Manufactured by sunlight reacting with the skin,
You make more if you’re lighter,
And have less skin pigment melanin,
Which served well the northern European,
Grain growing agrarian,
And to a lesser extent the northern agricultural Asian,
Who when compared to his southern cousins,
Also show signs of lesser melanin skin pigmentation,
But working in the tropical sun,
To get their rice harvest done,
Light skin would have little survival value to anyone,
Vitamin-D contributes to calcification,
And bone formation,
But too much and you have toxicity,
Or overdose of Vitamin-D,
Calcium hardening of the arteries,
Or calcium stones in the kidneys,
While darker skin,
With more melanin,
May be disadvantageous in,
Retaining body heat,
In preventing skin cancer or overdose of Vitamin-D,
It has light skin beat,
Vitamin-D is produced by sterols in the skin,
Reacting with ultra-violet solar radiation,
Not filtered out by the ozone layer’s protection,
Sterol, a form of alcohol,
A four ringed carbon molecule,
Most abundant in our bodies in the form of cholesterol,
But hundreds of variations of sterol,
Are natural,
And to all these sterol variants floating in the biological void,
We give the name steroid,
Including male and female hormones,
Progesterone,
Testosterone,
Vitamin-D is perhaps the only steroid or vitamin,
Requiring direct mediation of the sun,
Ultra-violet radiation,
Necessary for its formation,
We might see melanin,
As directing the movement of U.V. solar radiation,
The way a traffic cop directs transportation,
Preventing its collision,
With sterols or sensitive molecules of the skin,
Or maybe the analogy we look for,
Is more that of a shock absorber,
Using its pigmentation,
To absorb the potentially damaging U.V. radiation,
Light skin would have no survival value to anyone,
Living and working in the tropical sun,
Even in the subcontinent of the Indian,
Better mixed with the darker genes of the Dravidian,
Or Khmer Cambodian,
This environment favors more melanin,
And we conclude that lightness of skin,
Is a result of natural selection,
To the extent that dying,
Of rickets caused by,
Vitamin-D,
Deficiency,
Is natural,
The U.V. radiation,
Is directed,
Absorbed,
Transformed,
By melanin,
But made less available,
To produce Vitamin-D from sterol,
Melanin,
The molecule,
In animal and human,
Responsible for hair, eye, or skin pigmentation,
Is derived from amino acids tyrosine or phenolalanine,
Otherwise building blocks of protein,
There are many variations,
Of plant or animal pigmentation,
Some dissoluble in water or in fat,
Melanin isn’t as easy to dissolve as that,
Of melanin pigmentation,
Or so goes an old chemist’s saying:
“Dissolve a horse,
And what’s left is melanin,” of course,
Completely lacking melanin,
Is a disease called albinism,
Causing eyes that are pink,
Rather than brown, green, or blue tint,
Hair that is white,
Rather than black, brown, red, or just light,
Melanin pigmentation is complex,
Perhaps more than two genes competing for dominance,
Of expression,
Mendelian genetics in question,
Consider England’s industrial moths,
Genetically,
Pigmentationally,
Changing against normal genetic odds,
Only within the nineteenth and twentieth centuries,
Within the lifetimes and right before the eyes,
Of one human generation,
A species variation,
The light moth dies,
In England a darker industrial moth multiplies,
The color of soot and smog,
An urban-industrial camouflage,
From birds,
Who otherwise,
Eat the lighter moths,
Before reproduction occurs,
As in fact they did,
Only the brown urban-industrial variety of moth lived,
Survived,
And multiplied,
Because it could hide,
From the bird,
In our Late Classic Industrial era,
Similar to but different,
From the collapse of the Maya,
During their Late Classic Era,
In Mesoamerica,
But on a scale that is global,
Rather than just regional,
While burning more fossil fuel than ever,
Substituting coal,
For oil,
Has temporarily,
Deceptively,
Polished the mirror,
Fossil carbon burned is “cleaner”,
Less carbon soot to linger,
The light moth returns to the industrial corridor,
Meanwhile fossil carbon and the biosphere burn even faster,
Complex organisms disappear,
Because of an unstable,
Monocultural,
Industry,
And technology,
Leading to environmental,
Species and ecological,
Collapse,
Perhaps,
On a world scale,
While governments remain in denial,
Fossil carbon is burned,
And metal is turned,
For whom tolls the bell?
In this era we might call Late Classic Industrial?
Memes,
Whether they be for the technologies,
Of our industrial mess,
Or for the building of a chimpanzee’s,
Nest,
Are like some nongenetically hardwired birdsong,
If not learned in the next generation,
Then they are gone,
Changing our tune,
Or changing our behavior,
Maybe our only saviour,
The pineal gland,
Responsible for the production,
Of that sleep-related molecule,
Melatonin,
Whose very manufacture or production,
By,
The pineal,
Which is sometimes referred to as the third eye,
I wonder why?
Is dependent upon,
The daily cycles of the sun,
Or the circadian rhythm,
Which is one reason,
Why people living in a polar region,
May have trouble with their cycle of sleeping,
Lopsided solar cycles,
Throw off the internal synthesis,
Of melatonin molecules,
Which, like Vitamin-D,
Although less directly,
Internally,
Is dependent upon,
Light cycles of the sun,
The solar information,
Is no doubt transferred from,
The eyes to the pineal,
Melatonin,
Is given its name,
Because of the strange phenomenon,
That when,
After its extraction,
In minute amounts from the pineals of 200,000 cattle,
And was given,
As an injection,
It lightened,
The complexion,
Of a tadpole’s skin,
Not reproducible in man,
But just the same,
It gave melatonin its name,
Showing hormonal effects,
On melanocytes,
The cells responsible,
For melanin formation,
Turning dark tadpoles to whites,
A molecular structure,
Of the brain,
That can alter,
Melanin production,
Of another organism’s skin,
Biochemical,
And biophysical,
Diversifications,
And unifications,
Same molecular structure,
Different molecular functions,
Or vice versa,
Returning to those Shakas or Scythians again,
Who once had a large area between the Black Sea and the Caspian,
Named after them,
Across the Caucasus and to the north of Armenia,
Lay the land of Scythia,
Somewhat pastoral,
Somewhat agricultural,
The Greeks traded wine for grains with the Scythians,
After soil collapse of Greek grain-growing regions,
Around 520 BC the Persian King Darius,
Claimed his battle with ‘Saka of the pointed hats’ victorious,
Ancestors of the same Scythians or Shakas probably,
Who invaded northern India in the second century BC,
Pointed or conical hats found
on some of the Asian Aryan
Mummies/
One found in Kazahkstan/
Which borders on where
Scythian homeland had been/
Seems to match,
King Darius’ description of the pointed hats,
Worn by the Scythian,
A culture whose artifacts,
Still conjure up memories of barbarian attacks,
The scythe of the grim reaper and witches hats,
Did they put these symbols into European history?,
An enigma in a mystery,
Recalling a time when the Indo-Aryan,
Was a marauding barbarian,
When he was not busy being an agrarian,
Perhaps he has not changed much since then,
To the north of Scythia,
Running from East to West,
A field of grass,
From Europe to Mongolia,
The Aryans who first invaded Iran and India,
Used it in a previous history,
Long before Scythia was even a memory,
Before the Mongolians raged out of Mongolia,
And brought trade all the way from China,
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