Cave-Painting with the Shaman Einstein

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Exegesis Cave-Painting Shaman Einstein What if...Oh how some loathe the "What ifs"...Whatevuh! If hypotheticals enter not your brainstorming sessions, then let me compel you to reconsider their importance and effectiveness at avoiding terrible disasters. And this is not me stating that a bunch of too-late-nights-playing-video-games thereby hypnotized and brainwashed to some degree lacking properly well-rounded imaginations forged through hands-on and minds-on and bodies-on DOINGS, versus minds-off-except-for-lazer*-focused seated-joystickings fiddlings alleged-professionals with no actual experience to back their lofty titles should be set free to tear up a meeting room and spew their games-fed brainstorming hypotheticals all over the walls, floors, and ceilings. NO. STOP. Don’t do it!!! You will regret the timewaste*. However, if someone amongst them can actually brainstorm productively and knows how to construct proper and game-changing hypothetical “What ifs?” then I say you will gain more than lose by doing so, Raise your hand if you have evuh heard of any of the following purposeful introductions by hypothetical-free mindless morons: 1) Purple Loosestrife that presently strangles wetlands wherever it was introduced to stem “erosion of sand dunes” threatening executive lakefront properties whose sand dune cyclical comings and goings have been documented for millennia by the locals; and the dependent disaster of 2) Asian brown beetles unleashed upon the Great Lakes Region and now definitely spread much wider to include at least the Lower Midwest Region in Kansas City, MO, which beetles were thought to be the voraciously hungry and rapidly proliferating pest that “only fed on Purple Loosestrife” in alleged control studies in labs; and lest we neglectfully omit the wonderfully erosion controlling highway boulder free-zones in the South Regions that is choking the very life out of every area they invade -ivy from China called We-Strangle-Everything-Too 3) Kudzu; if you don’t know about this fiasco, you have to wonder where the thinking of bureaucrats was in the introduction of 4) Ferrets onto the island of Kauai of Hawaii to control the exploding population of unintentionally introduced rats from shipping containers from China and elsewhere, which it happens was doomed to fail before it even happened if the idiots suggesting the Ferrets See Rats as a Delicacy program would have done enough research as to read the placental mammals entries for rodents or weasels in encyclopedia or Wikipedia or even read a dictionary entry of each of these mammals and would thereby have noticed that they have different sleeping and waking schedules—in other words they rarely evuh bump into each other since one is sleeping while the other is foraging; in such cases as these, would you not agree that some HUGE “What ifs?” were definitely either missing, not heeded, or simply impossible for the “crew” who threw these horrible invaders upon an unsuspecting populace to imagine. What if...Einstein remorseful for his part in a mass-annihilation in two horrific bombings to end the Pacific War of WWII, which saved many military and civilian lives that the predictable prolonged warfronts demonstratively embodied in monstrous suicide bomber pilots and Hawaiian "surprise" attacks testified; what if Einstein after a two-sleep-cycle dream-filled nightmarish reckoning with his afterdeath overlords simply returned to his former Shaman life many many millennia ago? What if when he did, he saw the simplicity then versus the complexities now, and his atomic remorse and regret made it extremely difficult for him to claw and scrabble to find his way back to Einstein the genius? The final "What if?" is that "What if?" asked prior to the doing, before the contribution, after the horrific facts become witness to the negligence, before the thing is at hand. In things positive, we might rephrase such to the following. The final "What if?" is that "What if?" asked prior to the doing, before the contribution, after the facts become witness, before the thing is at hand. This sort of paradox, a time is spiraling uroborically so that future happens prior to the preconception and past becomes presently aware and now is then and when, to my mind, is much more productive than the feeling of one arm hugging, or, are sounds made if no one hears them. Those answers I have for anyone who wants them, both tersely concise and lengthier than a library. more »