Though Samuel Talayva had been born in 2972, he was now living in 2045. And heguessed he would die in this time, never returning to his own. He was"required" to tell fables. He had no choice in that. But the world would notlisten. So he decided to act on his own. To find something to change that couldmatter. What would work? He did have one thing in mind. Would it be enough?He chose to leave a message for thoseliving almost one thousand years in the future. A message for thesecond son of his mother. He did not know if that was himself, but heguessed that the boy would have the same interests, and like himself, be askilled climber.He was an elder of the Spider Clan of the Hopi Tribe. As a member of itsOne Horn Society, his job was to maintain Hopi customs. In the future the tribe maintained their reservation at Hotevilla and not bow to the whiteman'sattempts to assimilate them.So he went to the Anasazi Ruins in northern Arizona. They were inNavaho territory, but the Navaho feared to go there. He climbed high to whereas a boy he built a kiva with fallen rock. He carved a message into the wallbehind that spot. It was back far enough to be hidden from above and below.He painted its symbols red. The message said that bad things would happen ifthe special spear point was given to the false Pahana, who would come wearingred and looking for it.Would the message last all those years? Would the boy find it?Understand it? Then could the boy convince the elders not to give away thespear point? Samuel would never know, but was still compelled to tell the fablesuntil he died.And here are his words: "These are all stories told to me by an old man - fables, if you will. Haecomnis fabula est. I think that the science is factual, but I'll admit, that a few of itsimplications are a stretch. So is this all fiction? Maybe not. Maybe it's a warning.Or maybe it is just an old man playing games. I couldn't tell. But he seemedwise, and claimed to have had fantastic experiences. And he was determined tohave these stories told. I will do my best to share them with you.We know that the human brain is an amazing organ. Even today, sciencehas unraveled few of its secrets. And it continues to evolve. Some say thathuman thought is just a combination of chemical and electrical signals. But Idon't believe that. The human mind has blossomed for a reason.Some individuals are born with mutations that give a competitive edge in anew environment. Winners are rare and losers many. An over whelmingmajority are on the losing side, and will die out. Humans use only a part of theirbrains' abilities, at any one moment of history. Those abilities that are not usedgo into a hibernation of sorts, and those that are then more beneficial come tothe forefront.So I will tell you the stories of these people. I am compelled to do that for you.But remember - haec omnis fabula est."
About the Author: Growing up in the Bronx, the son of a street cop and without a mother (passed away) gave Matthew a male oriented "hard"edge. But this upbringing also lead to lifelong experiences and friendships with people of many persuasions. Matthew married to his first love, and together they adopted and raised two children, and now have four granddaughters. With an IQ over 140, Matthew won a New York Regents Scholarship. Traveling by car with friends, through the rural South in 1958, Matthew gained a lasting impression of the injustices of Jim Crow. He has given back to society in a number of ways, first as a volunteer fireman and recently as an Ombudsman, advocating for nursing home residents. He is now a volunteer with Catholic Charities and belongs to the Knights of Columbus. During his career in insurance underwriting, he was mentored by his bosses, which lead him in turn to mentoring his employees. Still in touch with some of them, he enjoys hearing of their successes. After inspecting elevators in New York City, he went on to become Executive VP of a company writing California Earthquake Insurance. The 1994 Northridge Quake was challenging, but a successful outcome allowed the company to go public and then be sold. Matthew walks his dog every day and wonders at how his life's path took him from the streets of the Bronx to the beautiful sights that now surround him. His proudest memories are the times that he persevered, even in the face of "group-think"pressures. Now retired to the California foothills, he is writing.