Ahoy mate; you are anchored in the
oyster bed of the ether, moi's virtual center, the eye of the storm. Herein
reside the sands of time now grown into
pearls of wisdom
Like the pearl's parasite or shell chip, thoughts lodge themselves within us, refusing to
be expelled. These raw and unformed chunks of logic poke and prod until ultimately; layer
upon layer a philosophy forms, surfacing like Aphrodite from the sea.
Emergent philosophies; to moi, denotes an evolutionary change of our species. A species
evolved to the point where all thought isn't relegated toward survival, but with time for
consideration of our existence. As this occured, the time to cough up our
pearls of wisdom
became manifest. And manifest we did. There are now more philosophical schools of thought
than Kokichi Mikimoto has pearls.
Speculations abound as to who owns the Mother of all Pearls, the answer of all answers, the
lustrous refraction of Aphrodite's pearl, gatekeeper to the Vortex. What follows are a list
of some of these divergent philosophies. In addition, there are sites dealing with our
journey through the illusional oyster beds of time and space or it's linear equivalent.