Ever wonder how advanced humans view our mortal activities?
They see them exactly how a little child would see them.
The Los Angeles County Museum headlined what it touted as an extraordinary exhibit. It’s called, “Levitated Mass.” It’s just a rock, for God’s sake! And the only interest a little child would have in it is for something to climb on. Yet thousands will come from all over the world to wonder and awe at the spectacular artistic placement of this incredible piece of art. WTF? (What the Frig?) Of course, only those humans who are intelligent and refined culturally would appreciate such a beautiful and artistic piece.
Now consider the following pieces of “art”:
To me … and most little children … the above paintings look like something that the kid sitting next to us in kindergarten might have created; or something that someone’s mom hung on the refrigerator when their child brought it to them and beamed about their “masterpiece.” Yet to the refined and intelligent world, these are priceless masterpieces. “They’re Picassos! How could anyone not value them as priceless?” Well, just ask a little child what he or she thinks. Or better, give the kid a few crayons and a few minutes and he or she will make a pretty close copy.
Imagine Picasso or the artist that created the “Levitated Mass” approaching an advanced human with their “art” in search for a compliment on their work. Do you know how the advanced human would respond? I do:
“Ah … let’s go hang it on the fridge, Little One!”
If I found myself in a group of art aficionados and experts, who came together because they defined themselves as such, can one imagine how they would react if I reacted towards their works and opinions as a little child would?
Have you ever read Hans Christian Andersen’s, The Emperor’s New Clothes?
If you haven’t, you should. Read it to your children. But when you do, teach them the moral of the story:
… That Adults are pretty much messed up in the head and deceived by each other when it comes to the things that they are convinced to believe in and value upon this earth; and that if you want the real truth, listen to a little child.
Sheri mentioned that she might want to take up the sport of golf. What could I say? She sees it a way that will distract her in this experience in such a way that will bring her happiness.
I see it as a bunch of bored humans chasing a little ball around in a field and hitting it into a hole with a stick … exactly how an advanced human sees it. A little child, however, would pick up the ball, try to eat it, throw it a bit, watch the adults try to hit it … not knowing where they are trying to hit it … then pick up a stick and try to hit it too.
What are all sporting events? How were they developed and created? What motivated a human being to put two peach baskets on each end of a enclosed space and try to toss a soccer ball into them … and then when it become boring for Naismith, he recruited another bored human to try to stop him from putting the ball in the basket at one end while he tried to stop the guy from putting the ball in the basket at the other?
The answer: BOREDOM. Nothing else to do.
And it’s not just art and sports that were created by bored, simplistic humans who didn’t have anything better to do … what about the value we place on a rock as a medium of exchange, or now, a piece of paper? Give some money to a little child and see what he does with it. That’s right, he’ll try to eat it.
For those who want to know how advanced humans see money, and how they would explain how they see money, let’s read what one of the Executive Producers of the Marvelous Work and a Wonder® wrote about it: (The following was published after I dumbed it down so that we could understand the analogy. I changed the names to Ug and Thug.)
The Story of Ug and Thug
A long time ago, long before the discovery of silver and gold, there lived a man named Ug. Ug lived in a community of people who prospered well for that time, herding sheep, raising cows, and growing grain.
One day while Ug was fishing in a stream near his home, he noticed a shiny rock exhibiting its countenance through the crystal clear water.
“That’s a nice looking stone,” Ug thought as he retrieved it from its resting place.
As Ug pondered on the discovery he had made, he wondered what use this pretty rock could have. He decided that although the rock was beautiful, it served him no real purpose; so he threw it back. Now that he had discovered the existence of the rock, he began to notice that the streambed where he was fishing was full of the peculiar looking stone.
Ug’s neighbor, Thug, was a lazy sort, and spent many a day down by the stream idly dreaming up ways he could get out of the responsibilities of work that were required of him by the community of people where he lived.
One day, Thug noticed the shiny rock that his friend, Ug, had discarded.
“Hey!” thought Thug, “I bet I could convince Ug’s wife that this pretty stone is worth a mammoth meat pie.” (Something Thug loved to eat, but was too lazy to make himself.)
Thug took the stone and fashioned it into a trinket and gave it to Ug’s wife, who upon seeing it, immediately fell in love with its shiny attributes. She made Thug his pie, and couldn’t wait to show off her new trinket to her friends.
“Wow!” thought Thug. “If Ug’s wife liked the stone, maybe all the other women will like one too. I’ll never have to make another mammoth pie again!”
Thug went down to the streambed and gathered up all the shiny rocks he could find. When the other men’s wives wanted a shiny trinket like Ug’s wife, their husbands searched in vain for the rocks Thug had already taken.
The other women were distraught that they could not have a trinket like Mrs. Ug. These women began to pester their husbands until the pestering became unbearable. The men went to Thug and asked him for some of his shiny rocks for their wives.
“What will you give me for one of these rocks?” Thug asked.
“I will build you a fence,” said one man.
“And I will give you three cows to put inside the fence,” said another.
Soon Thug, the laziest man in town, had the best house, barn, fence, and animals in all the community. Thug spent most of his time looking and digging for the now “precious” stones. The more he found, the less there were for others to find.
It wasn’t long before Thug made a list of the things for which he could trade his stones. He divided his stones up into groups according to size. The littlest stones he traded for a cow, a sheep, or an ox. A bigger stone he gave in exchange for a new shed to be built on his land. And the biggest stones––well, these he kept for himself because he knew he could break them into littler stones that he could trade for practically anything he wanted.
Ug’s cow died and he didn’t have any way to procure milk for his growing children. He asked his wife if she would let him have her trinket so he could trade it to his brother (whose wife had one but wanted two) for one of his cows. Reluctantly, Ug’s wife gave up her trinket so that her children could have milk. Ug traded the stone for one of his brother’s cows. Ug’s brother, Shrug, took the stone, which was way too big for just one cow, and traded it to another neighbor for six sheep and five bushels of wheat.
Ug’s brother never told him that his wife’s stone was worth more than just one cow. He knew his brother needed a cow more than he needed a stone that he couldn’t eat, wear, or sleep in; so he decided he had done his brother a favor. And for the favor; he would get more for the stone than what he gave for it.
This situation went on for some time. Before long, the stones were worth much more to the people of the community than any of their other possessions.
One wise man set up a little business by the bank of the stream where the stones had first been found. His wise premise was to help people save their stones and get more stones by lending them out to others in return for a bigger stone than what they had borrowed in the first place. When this man lent out a stone that was the size of a walnut, he told the borrowers that they would have to pay him back a stone the size of an apple. When the bigger stone was paid back as agreed, the man would then chip off a little bit of the apple-sized stone for himself and give the person who had deposited his stone in the business a stone which was bigger than what he had originally deposited.
“What an easy way to get more stones without finding any, or trading anything for them,” boasted the man.
Since his business seemed to be successful by the bank of the stream, he called his business, The Bank.
Soon the people of the community were spending far more time figuring out ways to get and trade stones than they were raising things to eat, making things to wear, or building houses. It wasn’t long before there were lots of stones lying around that no one could eat, wear, or live in. The people began to die from hunger and the cold outside, or they were killed by someone wanting their stones.
Ug analyzed what had happened to his community, and called the people together and told them what Thug had done. He explained that Thug had taken advantage of all of them because he didn’t want to work like the rest of the community. He made Thug’s name known throughout the land as a lazy con artist who took advantage of the peoples’ industry for his own good. His name has been infamous ever since.
It wasn’t long before Thug killed his brother for speaking against him; and because of Thug’s riches and power, no one cared.
Incredible isn’t it? … how we have learned to value things that not even a little child values any more than dirt, which, by the way, little one’s eat too!
Yea, I’ll probably get a stick and hit a little ball around a field so that I can play with Sheri. I’ll probably continue to watch millionaires try to stop other millionaires from putting a ball in a basket. I have to use little pieces of paper and plastic cards to take care of my needs. And I will probably use an ego magnet and tack on our mutual ego refrigerator anything that any of the little children of this world bring to me in an effort to get some praise.
But there is one thing you’ll never see me do:
Approach an advanced human and assume that my art or inventions are anything but fridge-worthy. That means that I’ll always see things as a little child would and only take value in things at the very moment I’m experiencing them, and not assume that they are valuable to anyone else but me.
Anything else, would be a sin!