Bzzzzz, bzzzz. Let me introduce myself. I'm Fly on The Wall, an observer of history, unseen mostly. Who would imagine that a tiny fly on the wall was a listener, a chronicler of all that he or she (never found out whether I was male of female: or both), but that is not important, in the realm of history reporting. After all gender does not colour opinions: well that is what the experts say. I would have preferred to say experts put out there, but that phrase has been hijacked by the media as well. I put the story out there, I put out the cat, she, puts it out there?
Where was I? Yes as an observer of humanity, what other creature is worth observing? Lions? They lie around most days, with an occasional stirring of themselves to kill another beast, for a feast, that can last days – worse that ancient Rome that kind of debauchery, eating and.. I'm diverted again. Psst...the lady does that, the Kill. The male gets engaged now and then in another kind of stirring, Ha. Ha. A lion with a stirring in his lions.
When you are flitting around observing, or spying if you like you can learn things. A fella was just Googling about flies and he found out, and so did I, that: male fruit flies enjoy relief, according to research published in Current Biology. The study also found that when fruit flies are denied sex, they consume more alcohol than usual.
It's amazing what scientists can come up with when they are being Grant Aided.
So fruit flies, or should that be flys? Quick someone Google it so I can look over your shoulder. As I was saying fruit flies have a lot in common with humans. Not getting any? Go on the sauce. Then if you get some you can't perform, without aid, sometimes chemical other times not. Just the lady giving you a helping hand.
So where was I before I got diverted? It happens with all that is going around a fella. I have decided I'm male – just like the fruit fly.
Yes! Fairy Tales put out by religions to control their flocks, not flocks of sheep, flocks of people who follow a leader, just like sheep.
Take the story of Adam and Eve and The Garden Of Eden. Not true at all. Just poppycock. Who was there as an observer of creation? No one! Not even a fly on the wall! Why? 'cause there were no walls - end of story. So who knows what went on, or came off.
Well the way I see it with my grain of sense, and that's all the space I have in my head for sense, a space to fit a grain, is that God was having a day off, and The Creator was filling in. His job, that day was to create Man. Well God was after earning a rest and a nap, and a few choccies, at the time. Well maybe God had a sweet tooth and created sweets and chocolate and the like, before he was due to create Man, so he was resting. He had just made the World, land, seas fish animals, the lot and was tired. The Creator, who was standing in then made a mess of creating humans.
He made one man, and thought the job was done. He perhaps realised that man needed a companion to as they say to keep him company. That reminds me in the 1960's the church in Ireland railed against men and women keeping company, said it was a big sin.
So Hubba Hubba, back to the job at hand. Creator got lazy and forgot to give man a companion to - they say, keep him company. Then he hurried the job and made a woman out of an auld bit of bone lying around after he made man. You know when modern man is fixing a clock and when he is finished some parts remain over. Well, in my opinion, that's where the rib came from: a left over part.
So he bowls on and made Woman, with all he jiggly bits, even though God had plans that man and woman would never do the bold thing: as he, God saw it. In my opinion if there had been a fly on the wall at that time in God's workshop, he might have pointed out the problem in proper planning. If it were me I would pipe up (yes we can speak when it suits us). Hey Bozo - calling God a Bozo? You would have gone to hell! No Smartie this was early in the game and God was not even thinking of sin, so no hell. So Hey Bozo, how are they going to produce little humans to worship, and marvel, and be in awe of the great job you think you made. A universe, of myriad planets, stars and suns, expanding across the spaces and no one there to benefit. A blank canvas and no one has any paint to paint a plan of action. I guess man invented pencils and the like after. Charcoal! From burned wood, that is what they would have used to scribble: in them early eons. But where did the fire, the flame spring up from? Will O' The Wisps maybe?
Anyway I need to buzz over to another wall, where someone has just invented fly paper and sabotage their plans.
Be safe, stay apart, and be healthy. Or as we say in Ireland in God's language - Slán.
