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Grand Unification Hypothesis
by J. Emerson Webb
The Society for the Diffusion of Knowledge

WHO WE ARE

    No one lives in the Fundamental Domain.  It is a place of random chance, a place where cause and effect have not taken root.  Of course, it is not a parallel world, but the invisible and intractable place within everything, including us;  from what we are made.
    It is one of the three domains of the Cosmos.  It is most representative of absolute Being, Fundamental Forms and many Virtues.  Of these, one may identify the Virtue of Motion (Dynamics), the Virtue of Innocence and the Virtue of Wisdom.
    Most mortal creatures live in the Inertial Domain.  These would be primarily categorized as dwellers of planets and dwellers of space.
    Most spiritual creatures (personalities) live in the Functional Domain.  These include gods and spirits.
    Generally, mortals may be categorized in two groups.  Mortals of the first group have mothers, who have given them birth.  Mortals of the second group have no parents.
    Mortals of the first group are called evolutionaries.  Mortals of the second group are called fabricatives.
    Though spiritual creatures principally live in the Functional Domain, they readily transcend into the Inertial Domain.
    Though mortals principally live in the Inertial Domain, their priorii (incoming and outgoing) may readily transcend both the Inertial Domain and the Functional Domain.
    These divisions were unknown to our people, as well as all the knowledge and workings of the Cosmos.
    Though we had become an advanced society, we fought among ourselves;  our world was at war!  No where, among the many nations, was there peace.  Some nations founded in war, were still at war.  People of certain divine persuasion fought against others of a different persuasion.  Powerful global businesses started up, strangling the people.  Small farmers could no longer stay in business because of government regulation.  Multinational law overwhelmed the laws of the people.  Children dropped out, no longer were they interested in materialism and commercialism, or owning their own home, for it would just take them to their graves that much faster.
    It was dismal for everyone, even the wealthy.  Our old ways, just simple social encounters were no longer real;  but just contrived and sanctioned social meetings.  All over, old people were just left to die, for there was no one and no money to care for them, all alleviated by the belief that someplace better waits:  the Land of Milk and Honey, Nirvana, Heaven, Shangri-La,...  Of course the wars continued, somehow all participants believing that they were doing the right thing;  that reward will come to every warrior, every martyr and every general.
    After many decades, people were beginning to give up, the threat of impending war, nuclear impending war, forever hanging over their heads, the sons asking their fathers, is there anything they can do about it, to stop it.  It seemed that there was nothing anyone could do, not even the leaders.  The die was cast, the mold already made.  Technology without the support of universal and underlying philosophy being tantamount do massive upheaval, leading to the potential of self destruction.
    Luckily though, at a far away place, on a distant island in the middle of a great ocean, lived an old man who knew the Cosmos.  He was like old Noah;  nobody listening to him.  But that is often the way it is.  He was a teacher, a teacher of science and mathematics, but the children did not like science and mathematics, because they were too hard.
    The old man knew everything about the Cosmos, more than most.  He knew that star travelers plied the straits of the Universe;  from one galaxy to the next.  He knew that these star travelers were good people;  completely lacking the instinctual distrust of others that earthlings had, even their own brothers and sisters, forgotten and long away from the campfires of time past.
    The old man had a sick wife.  God had paralyzed her, and made it so she could not speak.  She had been like that for a long time.
    He knew that the star travelers could heal her and so he called upon them to do so.  In his garden outside, he erected a bright beacon to call upon the star travelers to come down and land.  He thought either they might stay in his home to treat her or take her onboard their space ship, which was more like a hospital, with everything you could imagine to treat any living creature, from the smallest insect to an elephant!
    But the people laughed, thinking he to be an old fool, until one night, an amazing sight appeared, a space ship hovering low and silent nearby, over the fields to the east of his home.  Many people saw it, but by morning it was gone.  Every night people would return, waiting to see it.  Even the police would drive up and park, sitting, waiting in their patrol cars.  The old man continued undaunted to transmit on his beacon.
    Everyday, people would knock on his door and ask him if he thought that they would return.  He always told them the same thing.  Just as Lord Jehovah told Noah about the coming of the Great Flood, the star travelers always tell me the same, that they will come, for as you know, Jehovah has approved it.
    Then they would ask him why God would talk at all to him, since they both are so angry with each other?  Do you not think God to be Irish, as am I?  Let bygones be bygones.  Besides, when you see my wife's smile, what else is there to do?
    Eventually, when they saw the interest below, they came one late afternoon just after sunset, arriving in three.  First an old rag-tag vessel arrived, circling in from above.  Around the field it circled, as though inspecting for a good place to land.  It was completely silent and fast.
    It was an armed cruiser, with scars and fire markings on its underbelly.  It looked to be invincibly well worn.  Once taking its lower position, before the mouths of the people gazing upward could even close, a second, just like the first cruiser descended, circling further out, it too with scars and burned out markings.
    As though not enough, the police on the ground already calling in this new set of events, everyone could see high up, what could only be a very large vessel approaching.  It was white, clean, and coming in fast.  Between the two cruiser already arrived, it decisively landed, some dust kicking upward.  All was still.  No one moved.  No one came out, except the old man onto his balcony to see how everything was going.
    After this first encounter, things began to settle down.  People came from far and wide to this small island, so that the star travelers might heal them too.  Slowly at first, as word spread, fighting stopped everywhere.  Our world became a better place.  People began to sing and dance again.  The marketplace filled with fresh and wholesome foods which the people grew.  And as greed and crime subsided, honesty became the rule.  Money and laws slowly faded as though they were once only dreams.
    As you might realize, the chance of this happening is very slim.  Once civilizations purge themselves of the very ancient lineage of people, once technology reaches the nuclear age, once global overpopulation is surpassed, once people band together in mighty and powerful religious groups, the option of long-term and large-scale survival most likely will disappear forever.