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 heart’s 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 * Aberdeen Scotland Disability Consortium 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, ‘civilization’ 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 don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows!             'Click Here' To Purchase This Book 'Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © August 20th, 2003 by Richard Aberdeen. 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