A Preliminary Examination of a Complex Situation

A preliminary forensic examination of a complex situation; odd how a simple life can become or even always have been more complicated than its seeds would have led a geneticist to believe it ever could have become. So complex that even a preliminary examination of it has to be entitled with a vague, possibly even obscure title, but what else could one call a beginning to a story that became a voluminous behemoth unwieldy for an author — so unwieldy that the writer at times was tempted to give up on it and put it away as one puts away an old, no longer used item in the upper area of the closet—in this case it could not have gone on the bottom, as the bottom of the closet is currently occupied by a World War Two era gas mask that his grandfather wore in the trenches, and for some unknown reason carried home with him, having survived the calamity, if not in need of more drink than before he left the shores of home, which were for him quite far anyway when one considers that his home was in Phillipsburg, Kansas or depending on the exact date, he may have been homesteading in Montana, but alas the homesteading might possibly have been achieved after that war. He died when his daughter was pregnant with the writer, another complicating factor in an otherwise uneventful life. It is odd to feel as if you know someone who died before you were born. One has to live with it, but more on that later in the tome. Go West young man, Golem went to Japan. For now just a bit of description of a trip, one of many — to an island in Thailand. Many islands to be exact, in an inexactly round world. And one that wobbles just a bit about its axis. Every 26000 years the tilt of the wobble returns to its initial position. The watchers knew. They had watched the stars dip into the sea and pull themselves out again. But that was before precession was defined … odd how a simple life can be more complicated than it seems. Like a map of the Antarctica dated 1351 that maps the border of a place now under a mile of ice, first mapped by the military around 1960 using seismic measurement. What saw through the third dimension and drew borders of a place as yet undiscovered. Maybe something that knew the end of the story.