The Fractal Journal
Integrative Analysis
The Sketch of Sam Monroe – Chapter 8.7 – Conflagration
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The adventure continues!
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The Sketch of Sam Monroe is a weird fiction thriller. Follow the adventures of five quirky Black Ops pharmacologists as they globetrot their way to the Mato Grosso jungles. Philosophy, psychedelics, and banter are infused throughout this literary comic-book.
“How old are these stories?” Graham asked tapping Fabre’s Bible.
“Depends on a lot of factors…” Cook said puzzling over the possibilities.
“Which stories are you referring to exactly?” Bohm inquired.
“Soddom and Gomorrah.” Hoyt replied.
“Buttstuff.” Sam sniggered.
“Well, I honestly have no idea.” Cook said. “It’s not my area.”
“Do you think they are original?”
“The stories from the Bible?”
Graham nodded.
“The modern convention suggests that some are borrowed from earlier civilizations such as Sumeria. And I believe that Abraham’s origin is somewhere around Iraq.”
“If the children of Israel borrowed from Sumeria. Is it possible that Sumeria also borrowed.”
“Certainly, but that isn’t archeology…that’s sheer speculation.”
“Of course.” Graham exhaled smoke. “But entertain the thought.”
“Ok.”
“Who is God?”
“Christ.”
“His Father?”
“Yahweh.”
“Who is Yahweh?”
Cook shook his head.
“Baruch…Elohim…Adonai.”
“I am not Jewish.”
“Neither am I…but you see how we got trinitarian…and then downright polytheistic.”
We were all blankfaced.
“Do you really not remember my uncle’s record?”
It was so long ago. We were again blankfaced.
“Names, divine identities, these are human inventions, they are descriptors of the indescribable. Something that can never be grasped. Grandeur that one cannot gaze upon. What happens when you gaze upon it?”
“You are burned away…by the glory of the most High.” Fabre piously muttered.
Hoyt smiled his Cheshire smile, “…and what happened to them?” He jerked his thumb towards the monitors.
“You are suggesting that this is the site of Sodom?”
“What was Sodoms sin?”
“Buttstuff!” Sam repeated excitedly.
“Which is the first commandment?”
“Thou shalt have no other gods….”
“What presumption is implied by gazing upon the face of God?”
“Omnipotence, omniscience, a Luciferian entitlement.”
Hoyt nodded. “There is something of the cleric about you Doctor.”
“I fail to see what this has to do with anything here.”
“They were burned away and something fertile grew in its stead. Something fertile and primitive…a humbling occurred.”
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