This Observer Type of DNA

Time passed and in the twenty-first century — a Golem sat in a hut on Elephant Island — site of one of the few remaining points on the compass that was so near the transmission fountainhead that a soul in a body-suit could communicate with Inana — the name of their ship’s creator. People didn’t come here often for that purpose, as that information was within them and not upon them. That information lay within their souls. Many reached this place as a means of passing time — a means of pleasant relaxation while awaiting a destination. Golem’s hand rested on a wooden plank floor beneath his hammock and was covered with sand. His eyes were fixed, as they most often were — on the sea offshore, on a point near the horizon. He was deep in thought. He wanted to know his purpose. It was blurred….
Somehow, this Golem, this observer-type of DNA, had chosen a bungalow directly in line between the transmitter on Venus and the ship buried deep within a mountain. As he sat on the porch, five meters from the edge of the sea, he saw heaven — something was trying to get a message to the ship, but the ship was in poor repair; its inhabitants in rational quest had undertaken the building of other ships and ways of communication, and in doing so, had not thought to look within; if they had, they would have known that each DNA body had its own antenna that could connect with the universal soul, the collective soul, the pool — that was what the journey was really all about. That pool of fresh water that exists just before the salt of the sea takes over. That pool that some hotels have on the edge of the sea... That is where Golem gets his ideas from … the better ones of course are garnered out of the salt in the sea. But that pool with a cement ring around it and water circulating within. And the thoughts that occur there in the water. That is what fascinates him. And moreover, those thoughts gathered from further out from shore. Those thoughts taken while floating in the ocean. Floating offshore. In the throes of imagination.