Mans fascination with the natural world is not only taught in school. Life has its own built in observatory. From the development of our first form of sense. Hearing, smell, touch, and eventually sight. We are aware even when the brain seems off in people. Its a question of putting our connexions and our collections of sense together to form theories.
From all my days alive I have heard the argument of Evolution of life Vs. Creation. From the first days of life I have enjoyed watching nature when my life as a child was quiet, carefree and mostly at peace. There where many storms in the form of fevers and nausea that have made waves during many winters, springs, summers, and falls. Where I watched the living world around me with great interest. I could go on endlessly about ants forming together to take dead larger insects and bits of leaves and to an ant boulder sized bits of dirt. The sheer power of the Ant amazed me. Birds pulling worms and insects in the early morning. The hum of crickets. My favorite world was the stream. Building damns and watching the life in water grow. The desire was to make all the fish in my damn become larger, greater then their current stage. The drive was to create and change life in those damned areas of water. All these moments where from ages 5-11 roughly. Now at age 35 it all seems like a blur. Yet I can clearly recall my contrasts. This book is to clarify one small mans rebellion against a very large and very accepted belief.
Now before you throw all this out as an uneducated guess at life. Or a Christians attack on science. Let me first explain that this argument will indeed be neutral. With both sides of Creation and Evolution put before you. With another spin on it to clarify the world around us.
The obeservations lasted almost most of my early years into adulthood, where my scientific mind began and almost endless internal search for a cure to an painful condition that interrupted my early years as a teenager and ultimately took me far away from school. I dived into my micro world as a child. Where on a small level the greater picture was representation of my little one acre rancher style home that I grew up on. That small world was a so vast to me of those early years. When at the age of 10 we moved into a very spacious forested house that had a pond and stream leading into it. It was a perfect fitting pair of new scientific shoes. The spacious backyard bleed right into a seemingly endless gulch of woods and stream that finished in an ocean of a pond to a 10 year old. We rented that house for two golden years. That 2 story house was my favorite because of the seemingly endless, almost rain forest like woods in the summer. Where one was lost just 10 feet into it. It was a ravine style back yard as the far opposing side also descended into the stream (my amazon) that fed the pond (ocean)
The once hellish allergy ridden summers where now much more tolerable with shade. My red haired temperament was more adopted to cooler climates as I acquired many freckles as a child on my shoulders from previous summers in our old house with little shade and just a row of fruit trees along a stream. Experiments continued in the stream as I damned spots and tried to build larger pools for my minnow fish and crayfish to grow larger. That was my hope. But when large rains came, soon my damned areas where barely recognizable. The pond also became my spot to fish and contemplate creation, life. The living world. It became the seat of many dreams in the future. In-fact there isn't almost a night when fishing is not in my dream world.
Move time came again. My natural world shrank to a modern suburb. Soon my may observations where lost unless I was with friends in their backyards that where next to Large State Parks with endless explorations. Again, I was given the perfect new set of shoes in which to explore and think and feel what life was all about. Again my observation developed despite my new found friend of illness. Something I denied and forgot because of its current infrequent occurrence. It was intense when it struck and brought me to my knees in agony. That is a whole other story. The question at hand was what I was learning at school. Does Mankind really come from Apes? Do Animals really make a complete change from one species into something completely different? How long does it take? Yes I could see that some of the people in my world would make good monkeys, and in some cases steroid induced gorillas. But the question of Man and Ape was doubtful to me. A feeling inside and many years watching the living world in complete silence was a shroud of doubt. The real break thru came later.
My mother hated pets. I was keen and found of animals. There was one summer I first had a catfish kept in a 50 gallon drum complete with air hose. Before that was aquariums with fish, hamsters and even a gerbial that seemed smarter then my previous pets that liked to sit on my shoulder as I dived into Fantasy Mid Evil Sword Books. Yes he was smart one. That escaped on my room on my 16th birthday and was killed by our family cat.
Soon our backyard became part of my experimentation. A large inflatable small pool for kids. Became a home to a catfish I had caught. The yells catfish made when killed really made me respect them more then wish to eat one. The extreme toughness and durability with out water also made me feel guilty. My indestructible fish soon died after several weeks with out oxygen put into the water. Its amazing the essentially that fish are also air breathing animals just in the form of water that has fresh air placed in it. Or some form of oxygen. At that age I was understanding plants role in air, and the need for air in water. My dead friend was the lesson learned.
I fished most days of the summer from ages 15-18. My brother and I also spent many summer days at the local pool as almost human amphibians. Water has always had a special place in my life. Later on, I caught a small bass and placed him or her into my aquarium. There this fish became so tame that I hand fed it, and even pet it under its jaw with my finger. Like a cat or dog having its belly rubbed. Soon guilt of having such a fish that needed much more space then my 10 gallon aquarium was soon released back into the wild. It was caught at the pond that was a run off for the community pool my younger brother and I swam in. When I put him back into the water ( i would guess its a him at this point) He just sat there and watched me, as he often did (as if I was always the one being watched!) He sat there for many minutes, I reached in with a stick and pushed him ever so gently, but he sat there and would not leave my sight. Often times in the tank he just watched me as if I was in the aquarium and he was the observer! Finally as the sun began to set I left. The next time I came back he was no where to be found.
One night I had a dream many years later that pond was drained it was night and in it was discovered a long corridor that went down and down and down. It spiraled down like an architectural creation from the days of Art Nuevo somewhere in Barcelona Spain. A group of us followed the over head flood lights down into the abyss. Before we could discover anything important I awoke. To reintegrate, fish, water is of my dreams of my soul. That dream was particularly odd and well remembered.
Then one summer I was sent to Montana to stay with my Brother. Talk about one Giant Backyard! He was living with his new wife right next to Mount St. Marry's area on her fathers cattle ranch. I was 18 at the time and was very much at home there. Some legendary fishing and some incredible stories of Mountain adventures.
The Big Monkey Wrench against evolution was coming.
From all my days alive I have heard the argument of Evolution of life Vs. Creation. From the first days of life I have enjoyed watching nature when my life as a child was quiet, carefree and mostly at peace. There where many storms in the form of fevers and nausea that have made waves during many winters, springs, summers, and falls. Where I watched the living world around me with great interest. I could go on endlessly about ants forming together to take dead larger insects and bits of leaves and to an ant boulder sized bits of dirt. The sheer power of the Ant amazed me. Birds pulling worms and insects in the early morning. The hum of crickets. My favorite world was the stream. Building damns and watching the life in water grow. The desire was to make all the fish in my damn become larger, greater then their current stage. The drive was to create and change life in those damned areas of water. All these moments where from ages 5-11 roughly. Now at age 35 it all seems like a blur. Yet I can clearly recall my contrasts. This book is to clarify one small mans rebellion against a very large and very accepted belief.
Now before you throw all this out as an uneducated guess at life. Or a Christians attack on science. Let me first explain that this argument will indeed be neutral. With both sides of Creation and Evolution put before you. With another spin on it to clarify the world around us.
The obeservations lasted almost most of my early years into adulthood, where my scientific mind began and almost endless internal search for a cure to an painful condition that interrupted my early years as a teenager and ultimately took me far away from school. I dived into my micro world as a child. Where on a small level the greater picture was representation of my little one acre rancher style home that I grew up on. That small world was a so vast to me of those early years. When at the age of 10 we moved into a very spacious forested house that had a pond and stream leading into it. It was a perfect fitting pair of new scientific shoes. The spacious backyard bleed right into a seemingly endless gulch of woods and stream that finished in an ocean of a pond to a 10 year old. We rented that house for two golden years. That 2 story house was my favorite because of the seemingly endless, almost rain forest like woods in the summer. Where one was lost just 10 feet into it. It was a ravine style back yard as the far opposing side also descended into the stream (my amazon) that fed the pond (ocean)
The once hellish allergy ridden summers where now much more tolerable with shade. My red haired temperament was more adopted to cooler climates as I acquired many freckles as a child on my shoulders from previous summers in our old house with little shade and just a row of fruit trees along a stream. Experiments continued in the stream as I damned spots and tried to build larger pools for my minnow fish and crayfish to grow larger. That was my hope. But when large rains came, soon my damned areas where barely recognizable. The pond also became my spot to fish and contemplate creation, life. The living world. It became the seat of many dreams in the future. In-fact there isn't almost a night when fishing is not in my dream world.
Move time came again. My natural world shrank to a modern suburb. Soon my may observations where lost unless I was with friends in their backyards that where next to Large State Parks with endless explorations. Again, I was given the perfect new set of shoes in which to explore and think and feel what life was all about. Again my observation developed despite my new found friend of illness. Something I denied and forgot because of its current infrequent occurrence. It was intense when it struck and brought me to my knees in agony. That is a whole other story. The question at hand was what I was learning at school. Does Mankind really come from Apes? Do Animals really make a complete change from one species into something completely different? How long does it take? Yes I could see that some of the people in my world would make good monkeys, and in some cases steroid induced gorillas. But the question of Man and Ape was doubtful to me. A feeling inside and many years watching the living world in complete silence was a shroud of doubt. The real break thru came later.
My mother hated pets. I was keen and found of animals. There was one summer I first had a catfish kept in a 50 gallon drum complete with air hose. Before that was aquariums with fish, hamsters and even a gerbial that seemed smarter then my previous pets that liked to sit on my shoulder as I dived into Fantasy Mid Evil Sword Books. Yes he was smart one. That escaped on my room on my 16th birthday and was killed by our family cat.
Soon our backyard became part of my experimentation. A large inflatable small pool for kids. Became a home to a catfish I had caught. The yells catfish made when killed really made me respect them more then wish to eat one. The extreme toughness and durability with out water also made me feel guilty. My indestructible fish soon died after several weeks with out oxygen put into the water. Its amazing the essentially that fish are also air breathing animals just in the form of water that has fresh air placed in it. Or some form of oxygen. At that age I was understanding plants role in air, and the need for air in water. My dead friend was the lesson learned.
I fished most days of the summer from ages 15-18. My brother and I also spent many summer days at the local pool as almost human amphibians. Water has always had a special place in my life. Later on, I caught a small bass and placed him or her into my aquarium. There this fish became so tame that I hand fed it, and even pet it under its jaw with my finger. Like a cat or dog having its belly rubbed. Soon guilt of having such a fish that needed much more space then my 10 gallon aquarium was soon released back into the wild. It was caught at the pond that was a run off for the community pool my younger brother and I swam in. When I put him back into the water ( i would guess its a him at this point) He just sat there and watched me, as he often did (as if I was always the one being watched!) He sat there for many minutes, I reached in with a stick and pushed him ever so gently, but he sat there and would not leave my sight. Often times in the tank he just watched me as if I was in the aquarium and he was the observer! Finally as the sun began to set I left. The next time I came back he was no where to be found.
One night I had a dream many years later that pond was drained it was night and in it was discovered a long corridor that went down and down and down. It spiraled down like an architectural creation from the days of Art Nuevo somewhere in Barcelona Spain. A group of us followed the over head flood lights down into the abyss. Before we could discover anything important I awoke. To reintegrate, fish, water is of my dreams of my soul. That dream was particularly odd and well remembered.
Then one summer I was sent to Montana to stay with my Brother. Talk about one Giant Backyard! He was living with his new wife right next to Mount St. Marry's area on her fathers cattle ranch. I was 18 at the time and was very much at home there. Some legendary fishing and some incredible stories of Mountain adventures.
The Big Monkey Wrench against evolution was coming.
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