When life was in its early stages, before intelligent life forms evolved on this planet, the single celled amoeba flourished. However, those Amoeba evolved to become intelligent life, and their atoms have been recycled.

“Darwinism implies that the only eternal life we have is in the recycling of our atoms. I find that comforting” is Geroge Monbiot’s adaptation on the Bibles’s “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” universal truth, which he explored in a recent article in the Guardian. However this doesn’t take into account DNA.

DNA is passed on, like the baton in an atheletics relay event: the runner may stop and leave the track, but the baton moves on to the next runner. This “baton passing” has been going on for millions of years. But what makes evolution very different from relay running is that the “baton” changes. It is as if the baton is absorbing atoms all the time, and changing. Clearly if a relay race went on for millins of years, the baton would probably be worn awa, and dissappear. But again its atoms woould be assimilated. This happens in evolution when a line of evolution becomse extinct.

Monbiot has been one of the few to understand this. His recent publication puts him and his thinking at the cutting edge of the “Amoeba dilema”, one major problems facing biological and genetic scientists today.


Lets look at the popular understanding of evolution. It is sufficent to look at Monbiot’s work again. He stated in his paper: “All is not lost in America. When George Bush came out a couple of weeks ago in favour of teaching "intelligent design" - the new manifestation of creationism - the press gave him a tremendous kicking. The Christian Taliban have not yet won."
It is interesting to take this up further before we move on to the work of the Stanford Scientists and their extraordinary conlusions. We can get back to that later, after a look at “intelligent design”.
But they are gaining on us. So far there have been legislative attempts in 13 states to have intelligent design added to the school curriculum. In Kansas, Texas and Philadelphia, it already has a foot in the door. In April a new "museum of earth history" opened in Arkansas, which instructs visitors that "dinosaurs and humans did coexist", and that juvenile dinosaurs, though God forgot to mention it, hitched a ride on Noah's Ark. Similar museums are being built in Texas and Kentucky. Some 45% of Americans, according to a Gallup poll last year, believe that "human beings did not evolve, but instead were created by God ... essentially in their current form about 10,000 years ago"

And not just in America. Last month Vienna's Catholic archbishop, Cardinal Christoph Schönborn, asserted that "any system of thought that denies or seeks to explain away the overwhelming evidence for design in biology is ideology, not science". He appears to have the support of the Pope. Last week the Australian education minister, Brendan Nelson, announced that "if schools also want to present students with intelligent design, I don't have any difficulty with that". In the UK, the headmaster of one of Tony Blair's new business-sponsored academies claims that evolution is merely a "faith position".
The controversy fascinates me, partly because of its similarity to the dispute about climate change. Like the climate-change deniers, advocates of intelligent design cherry-pick the data that appears to support their case. They ask for evidence, then ignore it when it's presented to them. They invoke a conspiracy to explain the scientific consensus, and are unembarrassed by their own scientific illiteracy. In an article published in the American Chronicle on Friday, the journalist Thomas Dawson asserted that "all of the vertebrate groups, from fish to mammals, appear [in the fossil record] at one time", and that if evolution "were true, there would be animal-life fossils of particular animals without vision and others with varying degrees of eye development ... Such fossils do not exist". (The first fish and the first mammals are in fact separated by some 300m years, and the fossil record has more eyes, in all stages of development, than the CIA).
But it also fascinates me because natural selection is such a barren field for the fundamentalists to till. For 146 years Darwinian evolution has seen off all comers. There is a massive accumulation of evidence - from the fossil record, to genetics, to direct observation - that appears to support it. Were they to concentrate instead on the questions now assailing big bang theory, or on the failure so far to reconcile gravity with quantum physics, or on the stubborn non-appearance of the Higgs boson and the abiding mystery of the phenomenon of mass, the Christian conservatives would be much harder to confront. Why pick on Darwin?
It is surely because, as soon as you consider the implications, you must cease to believe that either Life or life are affected by purpose. As G Thomas Sharp, chairman of the Creation Truth Foundation, admitted to the Chicago Tribune, "if we lose Genesis as a legitimate scientific and historical explanation for man, then we lose the validity of Christianity. Period".
We lose far more than that. Darwinian evolution tells us that we are incipient compost: assemblages of complex molecules that - for no greater purpose than to secure sources of energy against competing claims - have developed the ability to speculate. After a few score years, the molecules disaggregate and return whence they came. Period.
As a gardener and ecologist, I find this oddly comforting. I like the idea of literal reincarnation: that the molecules of which I am composed will, once I have rotted, be incorporated into other organisms. Bits of me will be pushing through the growing tips of trees, will creep over them as caterpillars, will hunt those caterpillars as birds. When I die, I'd like to be buried in a fashion which ensures that no part of me is wasted. Then I can claim to have been of some use after all.
Is this not better than the awful lottery of judgment? Is a future we can predict not more comforting than one committed to the whims of inscrutable authority? Is eternal death not a happier prospect than eternal life? The atoms of which we are composed, which we have borrowed momentarily from the ecosphere, will be recycled until the universe collapses. This is our continuity, our eternity. Why should anyone want more?
Two days ago I would have claimed that the demand for more was universal - that every society has or had its creation story and, as Joseph Campbell put it, "it will always be the one shape-shifting yet marvellously constant story that we find". But yesterday I read a study by the anthropologist Daniel Everett of the language of the Piraha people of the Brazilian Amazon, published in the latest edition of Current Anthropology. Its findings could scarcely be more disturbing, or more profound.
The Piraha, Everett reveals, possess "the most complex verbal morphology I am aware of [and] are some of the brightest, pleasantest, most fun-loving people that I know". Yet they have no numbers of any kind, no terms for quantification (such as all, each, every, most and some), no colour terms and no perfect tense. They appear to have borrowed their pronouns from another language, having previously possessed none. They have no "individual or collective memory of more than two generations past", no drawing or other art, no fiction and "no creation stories or myths".
All this, Everett believes, can be explained by a single characteristic: "Piraha culture constrains communication to non-abstract subjects which fall within the immediate experience of [the speaker]." What can be discussed, in other words, is what has been seen. When it can no longer be perceived, it ceases, in this realm at least, to exist. After struggling with one grammatical curiosity, he realised that the Piraha were "talking about liminality - situations in which an item goes in and out of the boundaries of their experience. [Their] excitement at seeing a canoe go around a river bend is hard to describe; they see this almost as travelling into another dimension". The Piraha, still living, watch the sparrow flit in and out of the banqueting hall.
"Happy the hare at morning," WH Auden wrote, "for she cannot read/ The Hunter's waking thoughts. Lucky the leaf/ Unable to predict the fall ... But what shall man do, who can whistle tunes by heart,/ Know to the bar when death shall cut him short, like the cry of the shearwater?"
It seems to me that we are the happy ones. We, alone among organisms, who perceive eternity, and know that the world will carry on without us.
Karin Friedemann, brings zionism and jazz into the theories proponded by Monibot. There are Amoba in Saxophones and in the heads of Jazz musicians too. Amoeba are influencing our most progressive culture. Gilad Atzom personifies this with his permanent hard-on, or wide-on theory of female sexuality. But Friedman gives a good summary of what is possible and looks at gilads new book, which looks at life that has not developed that much beyond the social amoaba phase. Just after the amoeba started to form two sexes. Friedman states*
It is A comical narrative of Zionist espionage and intrigue, “My One and Only Love” is a psychological and political commentary on the personal conflict between being true to one’s heart and being loyal to “The Jews.”, taking into account the Amoeba dilema. This book is about basing one’s life on Zionist lies to the point where a moment of truth and love is perceived as madness. Gilad Atzmon makes fun of famous Zionist historical figures, events and propaganda techniques while exploring the mystery of what it means to be a Jew. This genuinely entertaining book illustrates many ironies of Jewish existence, in particular the opportunistic use of Jewish suffering to promote the State of Israel.
Danny Zilber is a world-famous trumpet player who, despite living the glamorous life, remains innocent. His band is not only wildly popular but is part of a secret Zionist plot to protect a Nazi war criminal while they profit off German guilt feelings. His boss, Avrum Shtil believes that any dastardly deed is justified for the sake of propagating the Zionist cause. When Danny falls head over heels in love with a mysterious German woman, his boss sees in his torment a chance to make mega-bucks. He prefers glorifying Danny’s despair to divulging the lady’s identity. At first, Danny’s career is enhanced by the pain of unfulfilled desire as his music becomes increasingly soulful. Yet the intense and prolonged suffering is unsustainable. Human nature demands that one connect with humanity and be real. As the web of lies becomes increasingly transparent, one must either give up the Zionist cause or self-destruct.
It will be much to the relief of his female admirers that Gilad Atzmon’s portrayal of women is maturing. In his first book, “A Guide to the Perplexed,” the most exciting woman was a plastic blow-up doll. Here we find Danny drawn to the mystery lady’s “intelligent and gentle eyes.” While the previous protagonist’s heart was completely shut down, Danny consciously suffers feelings of unbearable pain and emptiness from his inability to truly love and be loved. It hurts, but it is progress. An emerging sense of personal integrity still shields itself behind a wall of sarcasm.
Danny’s refusal to see the cause of his pain results in the loss of his soul. Danny is not fully conscious of the extent to which his manager is willing to hurt, mislead, and use him for profit, but his willingness to believe Avrum’s deceptions turns Danny’s life into a perpetual hell. Asking God to liberate him from his self-inflicted misery never even crosses his mind. As the author demonstrates, a Jew prefers to self-destruct rather than to repent, accept forgiveness, and henceforth lead an honest life. The Jewish experience is a state of exile from one’s true self, the separation of the soul from God.
Is there a way for Jews to transcend their spiritual exile, achieve inner peace, and stop hurting other people? Although no one in the book has the courage to go through with it, “My One and Only Love” sheds some light on The Way:
Danny’s love for the mysterious German woman leads him for a brief moment to transcend apparent reality and become like Jesus walking over the water. He no longer has any interest in objectifying Germans as targets of manipulation. Danny’s secret desire to have an authentic personal relationship with a German person reveals the key to personal salvation. Learning to love one’s enemy is what is required for the spiritual redemption of the Jews. Danny attains an inner state of harmony and ecstasy which his Zionist boss dismisses as a psychotic delusion. The problem with becoming Christ-like is that you will be crucified. Danny’s one and only love is a lie. While it is ironic that Danny’s true self is accidentally unleashed by a lie, he is ultimately destroyed by an even deeper lie.
In the end, this book was frustrating. Not a single character was redeemed. They were all Zionist scum who deserved to be utterly destroyed, but Atzmon played a nasty trick on us by making us like them and feel bad for them. Those who once experienced a moment of truth yet failed to reject Zionism suffered a far worse end than those who were simply evil and enjoyed being evil. Nevertheless, we emerge with the knowledge by which we can save ourselves from a similar fate. Life always leads you to truth if you let it. Even if all we can see are kaleidoscope distortions of lies upon lies, the intuitive grasp of the patterns within the patterns can serve as our escape route if we actually want to be free.

Karin Friedemann*
A comical narrative of Zionist espionage and intrigue, “My One and Only Love” is a psychological and political commentary on the personal conflict between being true to one’s heart and being loyal to “The Jews.” This book is about basing one’s life on Zionist lies to the point where a moment of truth and love is perceived as madness. Gilad Atzmon makes fun of famous Zionist historical figures, events and propaganda techniques while exploring the mystery of what it means to be a Jew. This genuinely entertaining book illustrates many ironies of Jewish existence, in particular the opportunistic use of Jewish suffering to promote the State of Israel.
Danny Zilber is a world-famous trumpet player who, despite living the glamorous life, remains innocent. His band is not only wildly popular but is part of a secret Zionist plot to protect a Nazi war criminal while they profit off German guilt feelings. His boss, Avrum Shtil believes that any dastardly deed is justified for the sake of propagating the Zionist cause. When Danny falls head over heels in love with a mysterious German woman, his boss sees in his torment a chance to make mega-bucks. He prefers glorifying Danny’s despair to divulging the lady’s identity. At first, Danny’s career is enhanced by the pain of unfulfilled desire as his music becomes increasingly soulful. Yet the intense and prolonged suffering is unsustainable. Human nature demands that one connect with humanity and be real. As the web of lies becomes increasingly transparent, one must either give up the Zionist cause or self-destruct.
It will be much to the relief of his female admirers that Gilad Atzmon’s portrayal of women is maturing. In his first book, “A Guide to the Perplexed,” the most exciting woman was a plastic blow-up doll. Here we find Danny drawn to the mystery lady’s “intelligent and gentle eyes.” While the previous protagonist’s heart was completely shut down, Danny consciously suffers feelings of unbearable pain and emptiness from his inability to truly love and be loved. It hurts, but it is progress. An emerging sense of personal integrity still shields itself behind a wall of sarcasm.
Danny’s refusal to see the cause of his pain results in the loss of his soul. Danny is not fully conscious of the extent to which his manager is willing to hurt, mislead, and use him for profit, but his willingness to believe Avrum’s deceptions turns Danny’s life into a perpetual hell. Asking God to liberate him from his self-inflicted misery never even crosses his mind. As the author demonstrates, a Jew prefers to self-destruct rather than to repent, accept forgiveness, and henceforth lead an honest life. The Jewish experience is a state of exile from one’s true self, the separation of the soul from God.
? Although no one in the book has the courage to go through with it, “My One and Only Love” sheds some light on The Way:
Danny’s love for the mysterious German woman leads him for a brief moment to transcend apparent reality and become like Jesus walking over the water. He no longer has any interest in objectifying Germans as targets of manipulation. Danny’s secret desire to have an authentic personal relationship with a German person reveals the key to personal salvation. Learning to love one’s enemy is what is required for the spiritual redemption of the Jews. Danny attains an inner state of harmony and ecstasy which his Zionist boss dismisses as a psychotic delusion. The problem with becoming Christ-like is that you will be crucified. Danny’s one and only love is a lie. While it is ironic that Danny’s true self is accidentally unleashed by a lie, he is ultimately destroyed by an even deeper lie.
In the end, this book was frustrating. Not a single character was redeemed. They were all Zionist scum who deserved to be utterly destroyed, but Atzmon played a nasty trick on us by making us like them and feel bad for them. Those who once experienced a moment of truth yet failed to reject Zionism suffered a far worse end than those who were simply evil and enjoyed being evil. Nevertheless, we emerge with the knowledge by which we can save ourselves from a similar fate. Life always leads you to truth if you let it
Is there a way for Jews to transcend their spiritual exile, achieve inner peace, and stop hurting other people. They need to recognise that all of humanity has a common origin – Amoeba. Whether some bloke called Moses who thinks is he on a mission from god stands on a mountain and comes aout with a bunch of commandments is neither heare nor there. Peace, Solidarity, and Freedom. A new world starts with small things – like a hair-cut.
God’s a nonsense and the jews and the muslims know it in there hearts. We can conclude amoeba are everywhere influencing the actions of genius’s and charlatans. When soeone goes on a mad one, that’s probable Amoeba. Even if all we can see are kaleidoscope distortions of lies upon lies, the intuitive grasp of the patterns within the patterns can serve as our escape route if we actually want to be free.