Chapter Ninety

EPILOGUE
[ a song, traditional folk ]


                          We went sailing through the darkness
                          In the springtime of our youth
                          On the great ocean of history's lie
                          Disguising long forgotten truth
                          We cast our nets in freedom's wave
                          In search of a young heartís dream
                          As we pulled out from the harbor
                          On the ships of Aberdeen

                          We sailed toward a new world order
                          Believing we would be free
                          As our lady of the harbor
                          Shined her light for equality
                          But we ended up bondservants
                          To an ancient Babylonian queen
                          Now we struggle in our chains
                          From the ships of Aberdeen

               All through the seven oceans
               We hoisted freedom's sail
               In the black eye of the hurricane
               And in the belly of the whale
               We sang Auld Lang Syne by the clear cool mountain stream
               'Neath the heather on green hills of Aberdeen

                          The great guns of war are blazing
                          Men of wealth fight for control
                          As they buy and sell our future
                          For the price tag of our soul
                          They sing twisted praise to Jesus
                          And build their laser war machine
                          But their hearts are very far from
                          Peaceful shores of Aberdeen

               All through the seven oceans
               We hoisted freedom's sail
               In the black eye of the hurricane
               And in the belly of the whale
               We sang Auld Lang Syne by the clear cool mountain stream
               'Neath the heather on green hills of Aberdeen

                          We cried peace but there was no peace
                          As we went down in the flood
                          Our polluted seas were dried up
                          And the moon dripped with our blood
                          The great stars of yesterday's worlds
                          Disappear beyond the cosmic scene
                          As we anchor in fresh water
                          On the ships of Aberdeen

               All through the seven oceans
               We hoisted freedom's sail
               In the black eye of the hurricane
               Our captain did not fail
               Now we lie in free pastures guarded by the shepherd's skean
               'Neath the heather on green hills of Aberdeen
               And we sing Auld Lang Syne by the clear cool mountain stream
               'Neath the heather on green hills of Aberdeen *


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DEDICATED TO:  Clan Munro of Aberdeen, Scotland; "for auld lang syne".


*FootNote:  Inspired by my beloved grandfather, Leishman G. Munro, early 20th Century immigrant to the United States from Aberdeen, Scotland who, though possessing but a sixth grade education, remains both the smartest and wisest man I have ever known.

**FootNote II:  Futuristic website Long Bets.org encourages the placement $1,000 or higher wagers on predictions relating to future technological and other developments.  As is typical of the 'science as salvation' assumptions of many seemingly forward-thinking individuals, most of the predictions found on this site place an historically unwarranted positive hope in the ability of humankind's technological capabilities while ignoring the consistent historical reality of our overt greed that leads to war and rumor of war and the eventual fall of a Babylon, a Greece, a Rome and other major empires.  Whether we be people of science, religion or among the experienced possessing no faith in either, Ďcivilizationí in the modern world is becoming less and less regional and national and more and more a somewhat, if haphazardly unified, global reality. Due to the advanced capability of modern weaponry, our species can no longer afford the luxury of the self-elimination conflicts our violent past and it is unfortunately a very safe bet that modern civilization as we know it will long ago have crumbled into the ruins of the great historical bloodbath before many of the bets posted on this website have any real hope of fruition.
        Bob Dylan is reported to have once commented that songs are just songs and if we want to know what is true, it is all written down in the Bible.  And it would seem that the Biblical prediction of our moon turning to blood appears to most definitely be the safe futuristic wager to make.  Today, as we view modern representatives of Benedict Arnold backing wars of international aggression, ignoring nuclear and environmental treaties, instigating a new Cold War by moving to develop 'limited' nuclear weaponry and striving to hang the laser cannons of Armageddon up in space and, as we see those who control the wealth of the world plotting to standardize a global economy by imbedding computer chips in human hands and foreheads, "most assuredly" we donít need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows!



           


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