Hi Maurice, Given that the previous post did not manage to leave you in a state of icy cold panic, trying to call your broker on a Sunday, try this one :o)
How did I get to be a French Creole Chinese Trinidadian? The physical answer is simple. Step One, slight but ambitious Napoleon’s brave but smart supporters, losing their grand experiment in European unification and losing their emperor, had to set sail on elegant ships for the not-so-terrible Caribbean exile, leaving behind the brave and dumb supporters to the fury of the crowds. Step Two, courageous Hakka Chinese clan based Taiping (Heavenly Peace) rebels, losing their high-minded adventure against a different emperor, had to hurriedly disengage, keep heads on shoulders, and escape on less elegant ships to West Indies ‘paradise’, as a cohesive grouping. Step Three, happy individualistic Africans minding their own respective whims, answerable to no emperors, whistling in the lush sub-continent paradise, unaware of the evil that resides outside. In a moment of inattention, captured and put on death ships to simply breed with strangers, work for not of his kind, and then die.
The metaphysical answer is simpler, bearing resemblance to robotic engineering. Each and every preceding generation must stay alive for as long and as well off as possible, set up for continuing improvement of the next generation’s circumstances by passing along the core genetic programming and by non-destructive education. To fulfill this fundamental mission requirement, the following traits must be totally absent or suppressed from the core gene sequence: timid cowardice, foolish bravery, friendless selfishness, inclination to die a fighting death, weakness allowing spiritual surrender, and fault permitting physical and financial suicide.
The lack of all of the above mentioned traits at all times necessarily mean life will at times be exciting, at the high end of the precipice, at the juncture of danger and opportunity. To resolve the sometimes-unavoidable conflicts dictated by life at the precipice, the fiber of alertness to instantaneously disengage from incalculable but certain harm must be hard-woven into the chromosome structure, thus ensuring the continued survival of the coding (soul) and of its current platform (body).
Generations of ghosts are crying out: “Jay, trust your instinct, now, more than ever before. Run, right, away, silently, speedily, deep into the darkness, from the flame. Do not look back. You can no longer help your friend; New Economy is already dead”.
Here are some posts from my earliest participation on this fun thread, telling others to run for their lives as well, leaving still more others to figure matters out first hand and personal. As expected, I was right on some things, wrong on others, learnt some things, waiting on other things:
Message 14680593
Message 14861804
Message 14869036
Message 14869527
Message 14869886
Message 14876711
Message 14877214
Message 15113604
Chugs, Jay |
