Iridology was and is the future. Way back in 1893 an Hungarian physician
invented the so-called pseudo-science, along with his fellow scientists scoffing at
him like he were a fool. But Father knew. Father had found these papers,
in a remote Hungarian mountain range cabin; the cabin had been owned by one
dead, seventy-three year old Egyptian Ex-Pat millionaire, Jean Louis Ami may he rest
in peace. Father was foraging so he
foraged in what he knew as a now deserted cabin.
On the last page and on the last line, of the more than 2,000 page document, it
read:
“...Needs computer technology to be applied for accurate assignments.”
Father, reading these words from these
fragile looking sheets of paper-like material, which looked in pristine
condition; Father stating, “I knew this
pile of documents were important when I first ran across them. I got this instant feeling of euphoria and my
heart was hammering in my chest when my eyes came upon them. I knew the information contained within would
be important somehow, I just didn’t know how and to what extent. But I had no idea Ig-Z! What in the world, Ig’Z, is a computer?...”
(...to be continued...)
(Created while listening to: Slave / A Touch Of Love
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