Fascinating to think that at earlier times in history fossils were discovered and mistaken for mythical creatures like dragons and Cyclops. In Aix St. Jerome found a skull interred in a reliquary that was reported to be the same serpent that tried to devour Andromeda. It was later discovered to be a dinosaur skull. Similarly, mastodon skulls, with a large orbital socket on the anterior where the trunk muscles attach, looked very much like an over-size single eye socket. Thus was born the cyclops Polyphemus.

Wayne Barlowe's Guide to Fantasy includes a protoceratops that was a precursor to the griffin. Since most beaked animals were birds, to find a fossil of a beaked animal with four legs must have caused some confusion. The Loch Ness monster and the Ogopogo have both been conjectured to resemble pleiosaurs.

What is most intriguing about the phenomenom is that it takes pre-existant prehistoric animals and ascribes circuitous, mythical explanation for their difference from modern organisms. Occam's razor apparenty does not apply to flights of fancy.

There is almost nothing more fascinating than the heterogeneity of life on this planet. Its amazing how time and adaptability have shaped life. I think the complexity of life systems is only barely understood.

I feel the same way about the human mind and emotions. In some fashion the desire to catelogue it is there, but could it really be possible. To know everything about everything in existence?

Regrettably extinction leaves gaps that allows others to inhabit instead. If only there were some way to maintain the multitudes, but then I have been accused of being a romantic. I sometimes feel that the there is space for it all, but I suspect that this is not true.

The body can only feel In Extremis, when the heart has gone wild. Being able to feel every molecule of sound in a room. There is never a lack of input.

All this talk of ghosts lately makes me wonder if mass panic will start. I think it only inevitable that humans be reminded of forces much more powerful than themselves. Hearing about the birth of children, I wonder what kind of pain they will inherit. What kind of joy? Do we admit guilt or force them to deal with it later long after we're gone?

Think of all the people you know. Imagine them standing next to you. Who are you all? Do you even know?

Is the communication working for you?