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Chapter 8 - A Jewel at the Edge of the Universe
When we arrived at Zy's place I felt totally drained, both physically by the mud bath that had zapped all of my strength, and emotionally by the tragic stories. In this state we made ourselves comfortable in luxurious recliners on Zy's glassed-in balcony. Nor was I alone in this state of sleepiness. Jill fell asleep within minutes.
Zy's place was a jewel, of course, set in a winter wonderland of snow covered peaks, solitary trees sculptured with ice and snow, located high up on a mountain. Tired as we were, we hardly took note of it, at least not until the next day.
Zy served up a large pot of hot soup after we got up, which he said was excellent after a mud bath on the previous day. I just drank it down. It tasted all right. I couldn't forget the ninety-three percent of the people who had died on Gribbork, under his care. Everyone must have been thinking along these lines, for no one spoke.
"The Earth has a type G civilization, or a type H," Olaf broke the silence.
"I see the same damn pattern developing on Earth that we encountered on Quian and on Gribbork and were unable to alter there," answered Zy. "Someone might be orchestrating the same process on Earth, because a process that has no principle, which is rooted in the Spirit of the universe, isn't natural. It may happen on one planet by chance, but not on three planets simultaneously. That tells me that what we see was artificially created."
"The Spirit of the universe isn't destructive against itself," I said to him. "Its principles are not self-contradictory but are harmonizing with each other. The Spirit of the universe, like it were its central sun, sends out rays light, but not darkness. There are no rays of darkness. Darkness is a negation. A negation is never natural. It is always artificial. What collapses society is always artificial, anywhere in the universe. If we see a lot of these pattern then someone is playing with the societies, including ours on Earth."
"My hands are clean. Don't look at me," said Zy. "I have done nothing to Earth."
"Maybe someone is doing on Earth what we did on Quian, and perhaps for different reasons. I agree, what is happening on Earth isn't natural. Its artificial through and through, and nobody cares. That's not natural either. In fact, on the Earth, as we found in on Gribbork, the vast majority of the people are aiding the perpetrators in complete denial of the principles of the universe and their own 'humanity' that should reflect those principles."
I looked at him. I knew what he meant and I knew he was right.
"No, don't look at me! I told you I had nothing to do with the planet Earth," Zy defended himself.
"I'm not saying this," I replied.
Olaf intervened. "We can't rule out the possibility that someone might be sitting behind a desk somewhere, maybe on Earth, orchestrating the same cycles of collapse that we have helped set in motion on Quian and accelerated on Gribbork."
"Why not? Maybe you used their script!" said Wendy. "If this happened naturally you would have come across the phenomenon in many places in the galaxy," she added. "I bet, most civilizations don't blow themselves up as the Quian people were about to when you got involved, or the Gribbork, when they reached the nuclear stage. Most civilizations dig very deep into themselves, into their soul, and come up with the technologies that allow them to deal safely with one-another in the shadow of their nuclear capabilities, whatever their forms may be. It isn't natural to see civilizations that voluntarily force themselves into a suicidal regression and total collapse. When these things happen, I bet one will always be able to detect an oligarchic force in the background that has poisoned the people's thinking. The universe isn't self-contradictory and self-destructive, and therefore neither is mankind or any other civilization. That tells me that what we see on Earth is artificially created. I don't know by whom, but it has to be artificial. If it goes back 4000 years, it was created 4000 years ago or for however long the void existed."
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