Wordvolution

The origin of the human race, and all of it’s hues, is hidden in the dust and dirt of time.

Words, ethereal as the air we breathe, don’t hide within them a logical DNA sequence to unravel.

Imagine that in 10,000 years, the remnants of humanity left after WWIII create biblical texts from the remains of books found in air-tight vaults underground.  The bones of children were found on the same floor as a medical center. 

In the underground mortuary, they painstakingly dig up the remains.  The bones of a child and an image engraved in metal are found together.   They believe their ancestors once sacrificed children to a white haired diety called “Albert Einstein.”

1 Mcdonald, verse 1:

1. Old MacDonald had a farm
2. E-I-E-I-O
3. and on that farm he had 3 pigs
4. E-I-E-I-O
5. With an oink oink here and an oink oink there
6. everywhere everywhere
7. Old MacDonald had a farm
8. E-I-E-I-O

It is obviously sacred or it wouldn’t be preserved so well.  But there is no reference to compare the words to, with one exception.  Another sacred book in the same vault.  They still don’t understand the title, Useless Phrases Everyone Knows.

But there ARE pictures that show what the word “farm” means.

FARM

In this book is the phrase, “He bought the farm.”

Now, every holdover of the 20th century knows what that means.   

“Hey, George.  Did you know that Ellis just bought the farm?”

“My lands, Edna, How long ago did he die?”

In 10,000 years, it might appear that the Sun God shines favorably on this humble way of life during a time when pigs everywhere stood upright and talked.  Only the righteous bought the farm.

At the end of each prayer, sun worshipers chant “E-I-E-I-O everywhere, everywhere.” 

The mystery of numbers might be just as confusing, if it weren’t the fact that 2 + 2  = 4 no matter what you name the numbers. The number 2 could have been called “four”, and 5 might have been called “dick.”   We might be saying we have two hands and 5 fingers, we might be saying, “we have four hands and dick fingers.”   

Well…it’s time to go to work and kill more trees.

No, I’m not a lumberjack, I write copious amounts of words and print reams of paper that are destroyed 7 years later.

I’d love to ream a new one into the person who thought it better to save digitally than on paper.

I wonder — In 10,000 years, what will people think those last two sentences meant?