This true story captures not only the archeological journey to find the legendary Lost City of the Monkey God but also a wild history about how other explorers tried or made it look like they were trying to find the Lost City. It goes under the category of quests for things that are more about the quest than the thing. It’s all about the setting and buildup, and the author does a great job of building up the suspense and background. The story has everything except romance. It has a mystery, history, charlatans, outrageous dangers, death, disease, greed, gold, a multi-millionaire collector, and adventure. It’s sort of like the Wizard of Oz. It’s not so important finding the Wizard of Oz as it is making the journey where Dorothy gets to discover her heart, her courage, and her intellect as they do battle with her wickedness, evil, anger, jealousy, and fears. In the end, the Wizard is revealed as not this external entity that can fix Dorothy’s problems but rather the journey itself is what fixed Dorothy’s problem. Another way to look at the story is that some trauma, what is symbolized by the tornado, has caused Dorothy to dissociate and develop a fractured personality where her brain, heart, and courage are acting independently. The yellow brick road puts them all back together as a unit, and as such, they help her combat evil, anger, and fear instead of separately which happens when you suffer a trauma. When they find Oz, they realize Oz is not a pill you take to fix your problem, the fix is the journey you take where you pull your brain, heart, and courage together again. In a sense, the journey to find the Lost City is about humanity itself trying to put pieces of itself back together, and along the way, you encounter greed, fear, suffering, wonder, awe, teamwork, brains, compassion, etc.
One of the most profound books I ever read was the Self-Illusion which completely obliterates the notion of the individual. The question then remains, what are we? On one level we are an illusion, but on another level, we have to be something that creates an illusion. Are we DNA carriers, DNA donkeys, DNA slaves, DNA worker ants? I have another hypothesis. Our DNA creates the illusion of self, but it also creates the illusions of good and evil, love and hatred, fear and courage, curiosity, wickedness and compassion, etc. Do you get where I’m going? We are all these separate illusions that come together to form a journey, and we are not the person at the end of the journey or the beginning. There is no person remember. We are the journey. We are the amalgamation of good and evil, love and hatred, fear and courage, all coming together. That’s all there is, the journey. DNA is the plot, but we get to play out all the characters, we are all the characters. When you look at other people, the illusion makes you see individuals, and you think the cause of their behavior comes from inside them, whereas in reality, the cause of their behavior is the result of everything outside them interacting with the DNA inside them. There is no line. Only our skin makes us think there is a line to cross. When you see someone acting out of fear or love, what you see is fear and love simply being expressed differently through what you think is a different person. In reality, we are all truly one, but one amalgam of different illusions perpetrated by DNA. What happens when you die, the only thing that ceases to exist is the illusion of yourself. Once that illusion is gone, what remains are the illusions of good and evil, love and hatred, wickedness and kindness, etc. that are still perpetuated in other vessels that continue to believe that they are individuals. Perhaps somewhere the history of your self-illusion remains, perhaps an ASI stores it somewhere, and you get to play out your self-illusion again or at a different level somewhere, but if this is not the case, then when you die, you simply stop perpetuating the illusion of you, John Doe, and you evaporate. While that certainly sucks, perhaps its mockingly soothing to know that you never really existed in the first place anyhow, and quite simply, you awake as some god or sentient being that is self-aware and encompasses all good and evil, hatred and love in the universe. You wake up as if from a dream and go, wow, that was a weird person to be, John Doe, what a weird life.
In my opinion, dreams and stories represent reality a lot better than waking, conscious experience which is all predicated on illusions. In our dreams, if you ever looked at yourself in the mirror, you would soon realize that you are not who you think you are, and your face morphs and changes around. The dream is telling you what only recently scientists and researchers are discovering about the mind, and that is, the self is an illusion. What all dreams and stories have in common is the simple threading together of good and evil, love and hatred, adventure, courage and fear, etc., and while these are all illusions too, that is all that really exists. Certainly, the apparatus for the illusions exist, the DNA, the particles, the atoms, the quarks, but the they mean nothing. What exists is the journey they take, the illusions they create.
After a while, you actually don’t care whether they find the Lost City or not, but you know there has to be one or else it would not have brought all these nutty, colorful characters together. Personally, I’d like to skate professional roller derby, but sometimes I wonder if that’s just a pipe dream. But the important question is, if I knew the ending, the possibility that it is just that, a pipe dream, would I regret the amazing journey and not do it all over again knowing the ending? Sometimes we have to just accept the fact that goals and dreams are not always meant to come true, that what makes them more valuable that attainment is the journey, the excuse to make crawl out of your comfort zone, exercise your body or mind or spirit, and meet a lot of interesting people along the way. Perhaps unfortunately, people who are overly obsessed with their goals miss the whole point of life, don’t actually even enjoy the journey at all, and without enjoying the journey, they are much less likely to actually reach their goals. When I was in high school, I became obsessed with padding my college resume with extracurricular achievements. One goal was becoming a national cycling champion, but in obsessing about that goal, I set about to train more, but I lost my passion for the sport, and training became more of a chore, a means to a more valuable end, and I actually started to train less with less intensity while spending more time reading about cycling and trying to find shortcuts to my goal. When your goal becomes more important than anything else, it makes sense to invest less in the process as possible, to find shortcuts, but for most goals, actually, there are no shortcuts, and you have to really enjoy the journey to get to the goal, and then you realize, hopefully, that it was the journey that meant more than achieving the goal. The goal was just there to put all the pieces together. I actually took this roller derby class in Vegas recently, and it was about introducing play into practice, and we did one exercise aimlessly without any goal, and then we did it again with the goal of being the fastest one to do it, and suddenly, everyone was energized and excited and started colliding and having fun. It never really mattered who did it the fastest. But by just inventing that goal, it made the game a lot more interesting, vigorous, exciting, and fun. But people who are so obsessed with winning would probably have no fun at all and become outraged and frustrated by losing.
One of the more interesting side stories is the history of Honduras and how it became known as a Banana Republic, because it was exploited for bananas. The British banks had loaned the Honduran government more money than they could possibly repay and threatened to have the British Army invade Honduras. US President Taft thought any European power invading Central America was unacceptable so JP Morgan was recruited to buy Honduras’ debt at 15 cents to the dollar, but “Morgan’s agents would physically occupy Honduran customs offices and shortstop all tax receipts to collect the debt.” Imagine if banks have this much power to threaten war and occupy a nation’s government agencies to collect on debt, could they in fact be doing this with larger nations, notably our very own government? This isn’t a conspiracy theory, at least for Hondurans. I think it’s actually a crime how US history classes in school breezed over so many crimes committed by our country and virtually ignore the outsized impact of banking and their powers on global history. This isn’t a conspiracy theory, at least for Hondurans.
One appropriate thing occurred which bridges what had happened to the natives of the New World. Half the people of the expedition were infected by leishmaniasis braziliensis which is a horrifying parasitic worm that is deposited into the human blood stream by blood-sucking sand flies. It actually uses our own white blood cells against us. White blood cells consume the parasites, but then the parasites multiply within the white blood cells and then burst out like in Alien. The result is skin and bones that gets destroyed without causing the victim to bleed out immediately, so the victim slowly gets eaten up without dying. If it happens on the face, the entire face gets eaten up until the victim basically can’t breathe or eat anymore, but that’s after the entire face disappears.
Previously, I read a book about the Black Plague and my hypothesis was that it really unshackled Europeans from religion and precipitated the Enlightenment and Existentialism and then an almost religious worship of science and technological progress. You can just imagine that all these Europeans worshipping away to a god that doesn’t seem to listen as most of their loved ones die in the most horrific way. What would you do if you were religious? As a culture, wouldn’t you ditch religion and embrace science with the promise of doing a better job at finding out what causes diseases and how they can be prevented? However, almost the opposite occurred in the New World. The natives worshipped their own gods, and the pandemic that was even more lethal than the Black Plague wiped up possibly 90% of their populations with records of 100% in some places. First, you would ditch your religion, but as it happened, the invaders brought their own religion and actually engaged in a systematic, widespread campaign to convert all the natives. Instead of embracing science which they had yet to discover, why wouldn’t you embrace the religion of your victor who seems less vulnerable to disease? Perhaps their god is the true god, and your god is the false one who can’t even protect you. So the native of the New World embraced Catholicism, and to this day, they embrace it with greater zeal than the Europeans.
What is actually scary and perhaps poetic justice is that many of these warm-climate diseases which overwhelming affect the Third World because of both the heat and unsanitary, overcrowded living conditions, are migrating north because of climate change. In an interesting twist, the northern First World is like the New World that has not yet been exposed in large quantities to these diseases whereas Third World people are, simply by natural selection, developing more robust resistance to these diseases. Once these diseases hit the First World, they will be hitting a significantly less resistant population and infecting disproportionately more people.
We now go back to the old adage that nature wins, always. Arrogant humans love to claim that they have transcended or mastered nature. Particularly odious is the passage in Genesis 1:26, “And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.” You arrogant, stupid son of a bitch! This one passage has legitimized the systematic and thoughtless destruction of our planet, and to this day, right-wing religious conservatives use this passage to ignore climate change and justify the Capitalistic rape of our environment. It has also implied that since man is permitted to rule over animals, why not permit man to rule over other men, men who behave like animals, who you can claim are nothing but heathen, godless, savages? This passage then legitimizes slavery, colonialism, imperialism, and the wholesale exploitation of entire human populations in service of a few lucky elite. Unfortunately, for the arrogant assholes who have no idea what science and nature are really all about, nature always wins. The deadly diseases that are now mostly isolated in the Third World will – like the parasitic leish that explode out of white blood cells like in the movie Alien – will devastate the First World. Not only will the First World face the uncomfortable reality that they are reproducing less and less, but the remaining few will now face more and more deadly diseases. While certainly, the First World can argue that they can successfully replace their dwindling population with intelligent robots, none-the-less, as a population, they are being effectively contained and controlled by nature. Nature always win. The Third World which they have exploited, raped, enslaved, and pillaged, will simply overtake them just as the Old World had overtaken the New World.
“The Maya created a vibrant and brilliant society that, in the end, failed to adjust to a changing environment and the needs of its people; so did the Roman Empire and the ancient Khmer…” Are you fucking kidding me? What part of “failed to adjust to the needs of its people” is brilliant? More like arrogant, elitist, obtuse, and stupid. Do you really think that a civilization that exploits its workers for the sole benefit of a few wealthy and powerful elite is a good thing? Is the author still brainwashed into believing that civilization is a wonderful human invention that liberated us from the “savagery” and “evils” of hunter-gatherer groups, and without civilization, humans would be roaming about like zombies eating other humans and their own children? It is ultimately tragic that the author has yet to unshackle himself from this old public school indoctrination. Why should we celebrate and describe as “vibrant” and “brilliant” a social phenomenon that causes pandemics, that causes widescale destruction of our habitat, that causes over a billion to die in countless wars, that caused slavery, that causes countless social divisions and discrimination whereby women are always treated as inferior? Sorry asshat, you’re still brainwashed. What part of the Roman tradition of eating until you vomit and then eating more and watching religious minorities get consumed by lions in an auditorium is vibrant and brilliant? So a few people created cool poetry, literature, and some scientific breakthroughs that would allow for cooler weapons and even more exploitation and destruction of the environment. Is that a price you’re willing to pay? The British Empire murdering, raping, enslaving millions, but hey, without it, we wouldn’t have Shakespeare! Wah-wah.
One day, extraterrestrials land on Earth. It’s a rotting wasteland, but they discover lost civilizations, Manhattan! They go, wow, this place was vibrant and brilliant, they had the opera, the Met, the Mets, computer hard drives will uncover cool novels and poems, and the aliens will lament about how such a great civilization was destroyed. Or will be slightly more intelligent than the author and go, wow, what a bunch of fucking idiots, they spent all their time enjoying the Met, the Mets, opera, and reading cool novels, but in the meantime their government and big businesses completely annihilated human life on the planet through the destruction of the environment and perpetuation of global chaos and war for profit. What a bunch of fucking IDIOTS! My guess is that if the aliens are smart enough to travel through space, they were smart enough not to make the same mistakes we are making. Now imagine this, they’re so smart, they have recreated Earth and its lost civilizations, and we are in fact part of that recreated simulation so they can study what Earthlings were like and how we behaved and thought. And they’re like, hey, look, a few of them were actually smart enough to see this coming, and they tried to warn everyone else, but nobody listened. Shame.
This book was a great read, but the fact that the author just doesn’t get it at the end is a great shame. Civilizations are not great. They’re the most diseased form of nature, a way of life that depends on the cruel oppression of the majority of organisms and concurrently, the cruel exploitation of all forms of nature. Civilizations perish, because they exhaust their human or natural resources and self-destruct. The lesson here should be that our civilization is headed in the exact same direction as the Easter Island idiots and the Monkey God idiots. Nature always wins, and whether it is another global war, a catastrophic global economic meltdown, a pandemic, or pollution finally killing us off, nature will always cleanse itself of selfish, exploitative, species-centric assholes. Fortunately, the author did very poorly to prove his point that civilization is awesome and finding lost civilizations glamorizes civilization. Rather the opposite, all the stories of con-artists, thieves, drug traffickers, corrupt governments, armies, and even exploitative archeologists is nothing but proof to me that the minions of civilizations are all a bunch of deluded, psychopathic, selfish assholes and every lost or dead civilization had it comeuppance and deserved to perish into the jungle or dirt as they were not even worth the dirt they disturbed.
Doesn’t the author get the joke he’s telling? This is a story of civilization uncovering civilization and then idiotically wondering, is this not glorious and beautiful? The irony of the scoundrels and idiots who tried to find this lost civilization for glory, wealth, fame, and selfish grandeur. This is truly the story of the Wizard of Oz but the inverse, where the author is Dorothy, and along the way he picks up examples of greed, egotism, and evil, and in the end, they find the lost civilization which is not some great, wonderful, magical paradise but rather a shithole where greed, egotism, and evil dwell.
Perhaps the most unintentionally self-revealing books ever written about civilization.
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