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Showing posts with label himiko. Show all posts
Showing posts with label himiko. Show all posts

Friday, May 1, 2009

The Missing Link


The mysterious blob which scientists recently discovered near the dawn of time is now suspected of being the cause of multiple sclerosis, a disease process which has long been a mystery as confounding as that of the blob.

No one knows exactly how multiple sclerosis originated, and by the same token no one really knows where the blob near the dawn of time came from. We only know where it is, roughly. It is for this reason that professionals in the fields of astronomy, science, and medicine have linked the two entities.

“It’s a first step,” one researcher commented, “and it’s major! Is there a cure in it? We don’t know. What we’re looking at now is questions, more and more questions, while the answers remain somewhat blurry.”

One might have said blob-like.

Although the indistinct discovery was originally given the name Himiko, after an equally obscure ancient Japanese Queen, it is felt now that whoever came up with this name jumped the gun. Given the relation of the blob to a known disease, by virtue, as has been said, of their common indistinctness, most who now study the phenomena feel that a set of initials would have been more suitable.

“We thought of TB (for The Blob),” one doctor said, “but of course those letters are already taken (tuberculosis). Himiko is unsuitable—the Japanese have nothing to do with it. We, after all, discovered the thing. And the fact that there are very few Japanese people who have multiple sclerosis removes them even further from being pertinent.” At this the doctor shook his head and shrugged a shoulder. “It’s something we’re working on,” he added, “and we will certainly keep the public up to date.”

Since the phenomenon that scientists are describing is being observed through a depth of space billions of light years from earth, it is readily admitted that the picture may remain a bit out of focus for some time to come. The disease multiple sclerosis also remains stubbornly out of focus, and so its link to the blob becomes more obvious yet.

Additionally, since the blob is billions of years old, it is believed now that multiple sclerosis, having clearly arisen from the inception of the blob, is also of a similar antiquity.

“It’s exciting,” said a spokesman at the Kennedy Space Center. “To think that we have all but proven that disease, that MS in particular, has been with us since the very beginning of time. The possibilities for research and discovery are almost endless. What about the dinosaurs? How about Cro-Magnon Man? How about primordial soup?”

No thanks, we might answer. I’ve already eaten!

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Long Live the Queen

I was able to ask Roy about Himiko, the ancient queen of Japan, and what he knows is that she was an ancient queen of Japan, which is what I already know as well. My knowledge, therefore, of ancient Japanese history, Queen Himiko, and her relation to the mysterious giant blob lurking about near the dawn of time has not progressed in the least.

I note that there is one book available through Amazon on the subject, but the cost of even a used edition is prohibitive where my present means are concerned,. Therefore I will have to stick to interviewing Japanese exchange students for the time being, or other equally nonproductive avenues.

Anyone out there know anything about Himiko? Anyone want to buy me a $50 book?

On the other hand, I guess it doesn't really matter that much. Very little actually does, if you think about it. Most things are no more than diversions, quirks, obsessions, conceits, and general wastes of time.

My wife recently wrote on her Facebook page that Time cannot be bought at the store . . . don't waste it!

This seems perfectly agreeable on the surface. Nonetheless, I find myself inclined to disagree. One can buy cell phone time, for instance. One can buy time on the Internet. One can buy a clock.

Why do I feel that this morsel of wisdom was directed at me? Is it paranoia? Can it be that everything said or done ultimately pertains to me? Am I myself somehow, in the final analysis, the blob at the dawn of time, or at least brother to the blob?

All I know is that I can't help but find curious things curious. And what I suspect, in the meantime, is that such mysteries are often best left to their own realm, for revelation may be less than we had hoped for. Definition has a way of degrading what is defined, whereas mystery possesses a lively magnetism.

It may therefore be better in the long run to worship a murky queen than to unravel her from the garments of obscurity.

For in this we groan, earnestly desiring to be clothed with our habitation which is from heaven, 3 if indeed, having been clothed, we shall not be found naked.
2 Cor 5:2-3; NKJV