The Queen of Baboons

baboonI understand today why Edgar Rice Burroughs or Rudyard Kipling has shown such a passion when writing stories about the life of some animals. These worlds are not so different from ours, supposedly more rational, and the morality they reveal can be beneficial for the evolution of our human conscience of the strangers worlds with which  we are supposed to coexist, but that in fact we still almost completely ignore. I would like to tell you this truthful story that was told to me by an old African hunter, the last time that I visited a small island of African West Coast.

This is the history of a monkey baboon that lost her mother, the Queen of Baboons, when she was still a child, assassinated by a leopard, the biggest predator of the island where they lived. Alone, orphan, during all that tragic day, Lau rose above the grass with her small legs, looking in all directions, making those typical sounds of the monkeys babies, roh, roh, roh. The body of the mother lay inert, disfigured on the branches of a tree. During the tough days that followed, Lau fought for her survival with all the forces of her small being, until one day, three-year old, she was able to take care of herself. Lau played with the new others little monkeys affectionately, despite times to times she had strange behaviors, abducting for short moments the children of other monkeys, that didn’t react for respect of the hierarchy. After all, despite that weird behavior, Lau was the daughter of the old Queen

One day, by mere casuality, she glimpsed from the high branch of a tree, the small son of the leopard, assassin of her mother. She remained quiet for long moments while observing the unskillful movements of that small creature. Humans, we are accustomed to the tragedy, and we can imagine what would have crossed in that small animal mind, the emotions that the small defenseless being would have roused inside the mind of Lau.

For a short moment she seemed to want revenge, wishing ardently the suffering of the old mother leopard at least as much as she suffered in the past, she, orphan of mother, mother that had been long ago the Queen of the Baboons in that remote island of the African coast. At that time, among the group lived a thug, that we can here call by the name of Rau, an adolescent and marginal monkey who had the habit to play affectionately with the other little monkeys around one high tower made by termites, but that revealed himself particularly cruel with Lau, pursuing her too much often, biting her with ferocity, and making the difficult life of Lau an authentic hell.

The years were passing in that distant forest of Africa and Lau showed signs typical of the adult age, as it was evident in her salient and reddish tail. Then, one day happened the unimaginable. Undoubtedly, the unimaginable happens in the life of the monkeys. Between Rau and Lau the papers had been inverted and Rau started to show evidence of a strange fascination for Lau. One day, when Lau was in meditative mood at the top of the highest acacia, Rau came close to her, insecure, almost falling of the tree when attempting to advance in her direction with small steps on the vacillating branches of the old acacia, in truth, a romantic place for one first meeting. Rau revealed to be rendered to the enchantments of Lau, excited by an uncontrollable hormonal tumult, a pawn in unpredictable game. But no, no. Lau was absolutely not interested in Rau, not even exchange a look with him, disdaining Rau with all the soul of a monkey. For moments, the old hunter, intent observer, felt compassion for Rau. This was also the last day that Rau was seen among the group of the baboons

In the impetuous sequence of time that takes care of the baboons in a way similar to the humans, Lau had later the first baby, who she dealt with extreme affection. Showing a huge wisdom, she took care of the father of the daughter with an exceeded care, at all very unusual between the baboons. The wise Lau instinctively understood that the better form to protect the daughter, the only one that could possibly be seen as the future queen, her successor, was to cherish the father, and the father, clearly thankful, paid back with affection, with a redoubled attention to the daughter, protecting her from all threats, including the intrinsic wickedness of the specie.

One day, a calamitous fire destroyed half of the area where this group inhabited. Involved by a cloud of leached ashes, walking on the burnt and still smoking land, that small horde of baboons seemed convicted to death, immersed in an apocalyptic environment, and disputes burst in the group. And it was then that, one more time the destiny disclosed its imperative. A small dispute between the two sisters was decided in favor of Lau, and from that moment Lau become the Queen of the Baboons. Walking on the burnt and still smoking ground, she discovered that the roots of the vegetation, then in plain view to all, was bursting from the subsoil with the force of the heat,  and that these roots were eatable. Such discovery fed all the monkeys and calmed the spirits. With another happy signal that would last along the new reign, the sister of Lau did not reveal herself annoyed with her new status in the hierarchy, and the two sisters continued to coexist in peace, a change that was beneficial for that small endangered horde.

With the flow of time, Lau had some children and grandsons, always very dedicated to her numerous family, having gestures of affection and tricks that remember in many ways the tricks that humans use to entertain their familiar relationships. And, as I referred to, one of the daughters would become the future Queen of the Baboons, as it happened since generations.

However the life of Lau was not easy, although she was at the top of the hierarchy, showing that power is not synonymous of happiness. She had been seriously bitten by the son of the leopard that had assassinated her mother, she had survived to a temporary blindness provoked by a bite from a snake. Beyond what it would be expectable, she also survived the death of some children, although emotionally shaken, carrying several days with her the inert body of the death children, until the moment she had courage to abandon them. The son of the old predator leopard, assassin of her mother, also died from a wound, and all the other opponents of Lau had had equal end. Against all the probabilities, Lau had survived to all its enemies

However, in her twenty fifth winter, Lau was manifestly weak, visibly accompanying with difficulty the group. We, human, and the monkeys as well, we cannot be certain of tomorrow. In this natural order of things, the day arrived when Lau went up for a high tree with remarkable difficulty ,to discover that she was alone. Alone, all the group had left for another place. She looked in all directions during hours, looking for signals of her people, crying out for them in their proper clamor, albeit now weaker, much weaker, glimpsing the mysterious ways and the strangers branches that met beyond the swamp that were interposed now between her and the remaining portion of the forest. She cried out last time for all of them, in a similar way she did in her childhood, crying out in vain for the presence of her mother. Finally, discouraged, she went down of the high tree and penetrated, determined, into the swamp. And she was not seen ever more.

ut animus eius in pace.

We are alone in the universe

universeSETI (Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence), now a private funded company, is pointing its antennas to the sky for half a century, but so far the only excited moment (on Aug. 15, 1977) Jerry Ehman, SETI scientist working with Ohio State University’s radio telescope, registered a signal 30 times as strong as the background noise of deep space during an interval of 72 seconds and with a frequency compatible with spectral line of hydrogen. And, then he wrote the word “Wow!” on the printout of the radio telescope signal… Never again a similar result was produced.

Frank Drake, astronomer and SETI founder wrote a mathematical equation giving the likelihood to find “intelligent life” in the universe. According to Drake, the number of civilizations in the Milky Way capable of producing detectable radio signals is given by the cold mathematical formula:

N = R* • fp • ne • fl • fi • fc • L

(see the meaning of factors in Ref.[1]) Filling the equation with highly conjectured information, Drake obtained 10,000 and Carl Sagan, 1 millions intelligent civilization, only in the Milky Way… The beauty of mathematics!…

Paul Davies, the author of the acclaimed book Eerie Silence, professor and cosmologist at Arizona State University, can’t find any rational on intelligent-life argument. In particular, Paul Davies finds an exaggeration on the factor involving the subset of planets that could support life. There is only one planet, ours!, where we know life has existed; all the rest is guesswork. That’s enough to replace the factor with a zero, and the entire equation reduces to zero too as well… After all, we are sending radio and TV messages that straight 100 light-years in a sphere, while the universe spans along 13.8 billion light-years. We are a local broadcast civilization!… Besides all these mathematical considerations, what we got until now is an “eerie silence”…

Another source good for meditation is Hugh Ross, Christian astronomer. In his book Creator and the Cosmos [3],  Ross make a detailed study of the universe and 66 characteristics of our galaxy, solar system, and planet that are finely-tuned for life to exist. Among factors that contribute to the existence of biological beings are the size, temperature, and brightness of our sun, the size, chemical composition, and stable orbit of Earth, the presence of one moon instead of two or three, the distance of the Earth from the sun, the tilt of the earth’s axis, the speed of the earth’s rotation, the time it takes Earth to orbit the sun. It would be enough that one of these referred factors diverge from the actual values by a few percent, and planet Earth would be unable to sustain life. Moreover, and interestingly, it was recently discovered that Jupiter and Saturn help to stabilize the orbit of Earth. Their absence at exactly their location, would impart to Earth a different orbital energy and, instead of its present near circular orbit, our planet would acquire an elliptical orbit that would heat the planet too much between seasons and augment the probability of meteoric bombardment. Considering all these decisive factors, Hugh Ross estimated the probabilities of life and he got the number 1 x 10-166  !

An estimation of 1022 (10 billion trillion) planets in the universe, which is one for every star, and combining the probabilities, the number obtained is 10-144 planets in the entire universe that could support life! By all the odds, we, humans, we shouldn’t even be here!… But unless the universe is different on the other corners of the universe, and the universe is not spherical as cosmologist used to assume, and there exist privileged points of observation (the Cosmological Principle), the Bible was right, we are alone, the Creator (God, Shiva, Allah, Kami, The Architect, Nature, Intelligent Design, if any…) created life only on this planet, and this frightening thought should be enough for our “scientists”, politicians and global leaders, to cherish, respect, and protect life on our gifted, magic, unique, planet.



[2] Paul Davies, Eerie Silence, link here:

[3] Hugh Ross, The Creator and the Cosmos: How the Greatest Scientific Discoveries of the Century Reveal God, see also here:

The inconceivable reality… of state terrorism?

The inconceivable reality … the strange world out there, is not made for humans, but are the new terrain for transhuman, for cybernetic world… The people that govern the world do not show human ideals. Most of them are psychopaths acting without punition. Now, almost everyday, there is terrorist attacks. What, who, can reassures us, citizens of the world, that what is happening around the world is not … state terrorism? States making war against their own people?…

The documentary that can be seen below was aired on BBC in 1992… Operational secret agents talk about their actions and intentions, well known politicians also testify what was going on at the time, the intense period of “terrorist attacks” that took place from 1960 to the middle 80s. Originally, Project Gladius was a secret project organized inside NATO intended to fight against communism, but later it was organized inside western governments a secretive war structure based on terror and aiming to attack children, women and innocent people in order to maintain citizens under terror, and … surrendered to the state, willing to be submitted to any fallacy just to be saved from terrorists… It is clear the existence of common points with the terror spread worldwide nowadays.

Academia should organize courses open to the public about this new awful reality, giving instructions on how we could defend ourselves against this new form of state criminality. We don’t have defense against it, only misleading and partial information in unresolved crimes, but the Swiss are innovating and ahead of us. At the university of Basel, Prof. Daniele Ganser is giving lessons to the Swiss citizens and explaining in detail about what is going on in the world under the title “war against terror”… Swiss have a very interesting form to fight against corruption since the inception of their State, and the Swiss people is what Swiss government genuinely wants to protect. Contrary to what happens in the West…

In the following documentary you have important statements from well-known politicians from the 80’s, and key agents, talking about the strategy of terror… In particular, the former member of neofascist group “Ordine Nuovo”, Vincenzo Vinciguerra, made the crucial statement that I quote here (listen from 50’s onward):

«When we were on the Right, we were supposed to attack civilians, women, children innocent people outside the political arena. For one simple reason: To for the Italian public to turn to the State, turn to the regime, and ask for greater security. This was precisely the role of the Right in Italy. It placed itself at the service of the State which created a strategy aptly called the “Strategy of Tension” in so far as they had to get people to accept that at any moment over a period of thirty years, from 1960 to the middle eighties a State of Emergency could be declared. So, people would willingly trade part of their freedom for the security at being able to walk the streets, go on trains or enter a bank. This is the political logic behind all the bombings. They remain unpunished, because the State cannot condemn itself.»

This is a clear statement about the reality ath that time, and now (watch documentary from 51′ onwards) The (fascist) States can create fake terrorists (in fact we never saw them, they appear in the media as Muslims, very conveniently disguised), what we see is the cars destroyed against walls but never actually the “terrorist” him/herself. In fact, the alleged terrorists can be  kind of actors, they can escape without trace…

We live in times where Left and Right are intertwined, western governments are doing everything to launch a WWIII, but probably something is not running as expected according to their longtime, carefully prepared, plans. No doubt, humanity is facing since decades (in fact, not a new) form of terror and an extreme risk of extinction (the way we are supposed to be: humans). Unfortunately, with the advances of science and technology (science now is done with “funded projects” for some reason) their purpose is near to be accomplished. We must read again the Peloponnesian War, (431–404 bce), the war fought between the two leading city-states in ancient Greece, Athens and Sparta. The evil seeds were already there, and Thucydides gave us a detailed account. Hoping humanity wouldn’t repeat history…



Do our societies survive according to Ponzi schemes?…

Ponzi“Environmental despoliation may … be conceived as kind of global Ponzi scheme, the early investors doing well, the later ones losing everything.” [1]

This is a hypothesis that can be verified in the working mechanism of our societies, of our civilization, as we have discussed before. A Ponzi scheme is a type of fraudulent investment strategy where fraudsters promise very high returns, using money from new recruits to the scheme to pay off early-stage investors, until the scheme gets so big that the inflow of new money is insufficient. Then, the all scheme collapses and tragedy is released in the news everyday, terror, wars, and the like, appropriately arranged to “erase”, to appropriately turn away and confuse the attention of citizens to what is the real substratum of the “civilisational” working mechanism, like in our unfortunate times.

The agents of the fraud are: i) “intermediaries who are reckless and negligent, rather than dishonest, and who guide investors towards the scheme; ii) beneficiaries are either well-informed and dishonest (the scheme promoters), wilfully and negligently ill-informed (intermediaries), or ill-informed but fortunate (investors who withdraw their funds before the collapse). The victims, those left with worthless investments, are both ill-informed and unlucky.” [2]

«The fraud inherent in a Ponzi scheme lies in the victims’ deprivation of an entitlement that they had been promised. » [2]

Half the world, including almost all the developed world, now is reproducing at below replacement level. A generation from now, according to United Nations Population Division projections, less than a quarter of the world’s women – most of them in Africa and south Asia – will be reproducing at above replacement rate. And those UN forecasts are probably on the high side, for reasons we’ll come to later.

«And as the birth rate has plunged in developed nations, and the native-born population has begun to shrink and rapidly age, governments and business have sought to make up the numbers by importing people to prop up their economies. It’s all they know how to do, for our economic system is, at its base, a giant Ponzi scheme, dependent on ever more people producing and consuming ever more stuff.

But what happens if that all stops? What happens when you get an ageing, shrinking population that consumes less?

“The answer to that question is that we don’t know because it’s never happened before,” says Peter McDonald, professor of demography and director of the Australian Demographic and Social Research Institute at the Australian National University.» [3]



[1] Paulos, J.A. (1996). A Mathematician Reads The Newspaper. Penguin.

[2] Shobhana Madhavan and Robert Barrass, 4.1 | 2011 : Vol.4 / n°1, Perspectives, Unsustainable Development: Could it be a Ponzi Scheme?” Link here


The persistence of the past

sandbox-kidOh mother, mother, I am old now but I still remember well when I was a child travelling with you in the middle of the African savanna. At that time, in that location of East Africa, they didn’t have schools for children and, while you worked, I was waiting for you, patiently waiting for you, mother. Me, a three, four-year old boy, walking all day long with my black guardian, a boy barely older than me. Waiting for you. I have in my memories some pictures of him, seen from the corner of my green eyes, almost always timidly behind me, taking good care of me, while I was observing in wonder the other kids playing with a ball in the yard, or with their toys in strange soliloquy. I think that, from that time, I turned to my inner thoughts and didn’t use to speak much, too. And do you remember the school inside an old and dark building at the corner of the park? I was mesmerized by the small and dark room where the teacher infused knowledge to the other kids, certainly older than me. How strange it was, mother! And magic, too. Mother, mother, what is knowledge? I remember well your fears, that I clearly perceived when you talked about them to me, your feelings of insecurity, obliged to work among men in an alien world, faraway from the country were you were born. Then, me, a three, four-year old kid, I felt obliged to be strong for you (and me…), to become precociously adult, to advise you in the complex situations of your life in the colonial times, to take care of you. You were everything to me, mother… But I was a little boy still discovering the strange meanders of life and I got my security from a small wheel that I always had in my pocket. Do you remember? I touched this wheel every time I felt insecure, too, mother, because that small idle piece was my imaginary car, the meaning of freedom in a child’s dream. Mother, mother, I still remember well when one morning I wake up turned to the wrong side of the bed in that silent distant lands and I didn’t see your gentle face!… I was so afraid, mother, and I cried, I cried a lot. Later, I was ashamed because I was supposed to be your guide. Sorry, mother. And you, tenderly, embraced me with all your love. Mother, mother, how can I forget it?…


Sweet insanity

– Where have you been? – she inquired with an authoritative facial mood.

–  Why do you ask me? I waited for you for so long. It was hard, you know?… – he replied with calm abandonment.

– I had stuff to do, had to reorganize my life, my mind… – She attempt to justify herself, displeased.

– Well…Me too. I am leaving this place, this country. – He responded, again with abandonment.

– But where are you going? – She, asked, annoyed.

– Home.

– Where’s home?!…

– Somewhere, in the wilderness of Anatolia, in the jungle of Amazonia, at the verges of Congo river.

– Is that a joke?…

– Nope. I want to live under the shadow of a tree, surrounded by three lovely wives.

– Why three?…

– Three. Is the number of vertices in a triangle, is the most stable structure of nature.

– You are insane.

– I am. Totally. I want to reborn again. – And he savored for the first moment the sweetness of insanity.

– And you are supposed to live from what?…

– I will suck their nipples everyday. I will spend the day discovering all the female emotions through the deepness of their eyes, studying the variation of luminosity of their naked bodies when the sun leaves the immense horizon, give a new interpretation to the exquisite lines of their anatomy, embrace their bodies with tenderness, feeling what is the mystic Pythagoric meaning of numbers. Ah, and I will tell them about my dream of flying together with our own wings.

– You got totally laughable!…

– I know.

– Are you serious?…

– Totally.

– Okay. I don’t want hear from you gain. Are we clear?!

– Clear, as never before.

A life without God


When you see the world around you falling apart, you may turn to God, you may start praying. I start praying a few days ago, with my own invented rite. Because the pain is so intense. When you reach a certain age, you are no more young as you used to be ten years ago, you see the silliness in society, in social conventions. The lack of purpose in everything you do, or are obliged to do (unless make a few richer). Your friends and relative are dying, one by one. The continuous wars everywhere… Then you turn to God and ask (in a blend of fear and rage): “God! Where are you?! Give me a sign, please! Everybody before me told you are powerful, but nevertheless I am here, alone, with so much pain, watching sufferance everywhere and you do nothing”. Attentive to any sign, then I turn and see around me the sunshine, the flowers, the trees, the hummingbirds, it is beautiful, no doubt, but you want more, much more, and you ask: “Is that all?” Then I remember Prometheus, the Greek Titan, the one that according to the mythology taught us the art of civilization. But for nothing… Maybe he was a perverse god, after all, because to give fire to humankind is not a wise gift, because now what we witness is a world in flames… Maybe we should act as the “primitive” people and turn to pleasure, visiting whores, living among them, and drinking, and playing music, singing, and dancing. Carelessly. Then, to die young…Now I understand why Jesus was called “the friend of sinners”. And he died young. This world is full of nothing, apparently. But I suspect that there is much more. I still remember well that day when I had a strange feeling that an accident would happen the way I imagined a few seconds before. And it did happen! How was that possible?… Some claim that life without God is absurd, but the children in Syria killed by poisonous gases in vain waited for God, in all their innocence. What I see now reminds me Titanic, the movie. We are the poor guys in the lower compartments and running way to save their lives while the rich are still listening the violins, unaware of the incoming tragedy. “So, God! Where are you? What can reassures us, me, that You are not just an invention of ours?!…” Is it true? Is God just another invention of ours?!… Please, don’t make me die expecting to see Your face.

Our fake civilizations and the risk of collapse…

advanced-ancient-civilisationsHumans dream about to be civilized, pretending to build socio-political structures that potentiate their outstanding qualities, their propensity to create poetry, writing, machinery, their propensity to travel and feel fulfilled. After all, they call themselves Homo sapiens, Men the Wise… Instead, they have built a fake, heinous, despicable civilization, that is outthere,  based on enslaved populations obliged to do hard work to survive, with wages barely enough to pay their own food, and altogether persecuted by wars, terror, constant exploitation, fake religions, and with the illusion of “careers” in the job market where people are treated as merchandise, financing science and technology that aim to destruction and permanent state of war, forced by governments to work insanely until their very last days, treated as a surplus by cold blood malthusianists. Frankly, I don’t understand why academicians and the public believe we live in a “civilization” if instead what we witness in our lives and in the world is unrefrained barbarism?

Now, a scientific study conducted by NASA shows the reasons why ancient advanced civilizations had collapsed: insane rate of depletion of nature and resources not distributed equitably.

REF: Safa Motesharrei, Jorge Rivas, Eugenia Kalnay, “Human and nature dynamics (HANDY): Modeling inequality and use of resources in the collapse or sustainability of societies“, Ecological Economics 101 (2014) 90102

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In defense of leisure

leisureIt is clear that we all work too much, much more than necessary. For the wise Aristotle, happiness depended on leisure, i.e., the activity that was undertaken purely for its own sake rather than as a means to something else. This old question haunts us since the dawn of time… As we are confused about it, the “smart” guys and psychopaths take profit from all the others.

With the Industrial Revolution, “work” became synonym of wage labor, i.e., time that we spend obeying somebody else’s orders in exchange for money. Across the history of capitalism, workers have fought in an attempt to reduce working hours to leave more time for leisure, while employers denied it. Since the late 19th and early 20th centuries, workers won the battle and got the 10-hour day, and after that they had rights to the eight-hour day. But, unfortunately, progress has stalled, and now it is clear that only with strong political organizations worldwide and legislative reforms, humankind will get back their human rights.

John Maynard Keynes wrote an essay entitled “Economic Possibilities for Our Grandchildren”, contemplating the reduced number of daily working hours, and imagining what people would do with the leisure time. With the Great Depression, this healthy trend stopped. Since 1970 productivity improved, but wages remained stagnant… there is always the possibility to replace someone at work, the workaholics…

With higher minimum wages, people could work less… In France, some politicians ask for the “universal basic income”. Money should be a public asset, to serve people, and free as the air and water. But what we witness is money become a private asset, countries are suffocated by debt, there is no resolution in the horizon, and there is this pain, this over exaggeration of working hours, our kids working in school too much, in a way that at the end they don’t know how to repair a car, how to play music and develop other hidden talents that each one of us have as their assets and life destiny. Will we die before retirement?…