This book deals with a reality concealed inside the'everyday reality' in which we must live and die
The existence of Gulls is unquestionable; that they exist in the way portrayed in this book is for you to decide. The existence of off shore oil rigs is also unquestionable, and their becoming Spike Moulds Standing Upright in the Bright Mother Sea enhances rather than subtracts from their designed purpose. The wonders emerging from the Ocean of Energy are for you alone to investigate; they exist for your looking and laughing. The Ocean of Energy, like its much smaller water-filled sisters, is in constant motion with an inherent efficiency of the highest magnitude possible. What once was is recycled, and from this recycling, things are made anew, for what is important is never wasted. Appreciation of such wonders is, of course, an individual calling, and sadly, there are many amongst us today who seem convinced they actually own what the Ocean of Energy has freely created. The myriad of habitats created as havens for the life forms that followed the Beginning is a wonder greater than all else. The needs essential for daily survival were built unreservedly into the system so that they could be used freely whenever required. The record being left behind by my own species proves the system can be misused and abused. This misuse and abuse, so far as understood, seems to be tolerated because it is made from energy that has no inherent intelligence of its own. Come now, let Thag-Sea-Wolf and Humber-Current-Holly guide you through their remarkable journey while Harry Lloyd, living in a reality closely linked to Gulldom, guides you through his own story and the story of the oil industry.
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Tableau-The-Ancestor was having a bad day. During his short and violent life he had learned to absorb the hard knocks along with any associated pain. He governed his day-to-day existence with a formidable sense of rage coupled to a brutal and total aggression. In his many battles, he had given and expected no quarter, depending instead on his great physical strength to see him through each of his almost daily battles. The suffering he was now experiencing was a completely new and dreadful affair. On this particular Friday morning, his pain was greater than all his former battle wounds added together and then multiplied by four times four.
Tableau-The-Ancestor had finally met his match, which coming from such an unexpected source served only to further his misery. Along with his great physical pain came a sense of betrayal, even if dimly perceived. By midday, the pain forced Tableau-The-Ancestor to lie down beneath a palm like tree. He was now too distressed to go roving about his hard-earned territories. An open wound, brutally inflicted by Maragarth-The-Terrible went bone deep as it tore its way down and across his right flank. She was his mate and the mother of his many sons and daughters, all brought forth in order that Tableau-The-Ancestor might feel worthy and proud. He lay partially concealed beneath the foliage of a giant, fern like tree standing over 40 metres and not seen upon Earth for over sixty five million years.
He lay there abandoned and alone panting in painful spasms accompanied by a raging thirst that threatened to drive him completely insane. When his terrible life-threatening injuries took place, Tableau-The-Ancestor weighed an impressive five and a half tons while Maragarth-The-Terrible stood up three tons heavier, both of them were in their prime of life. The relationship existing between this male and female represented Tyrannosaurus Rex at its finest. They spent their lives ruling as savage monarchs during times and spaces belonging to the Mesozoic Period. In this savage world, not one of these animals then alive had any inkling of the strange creature called Man who would one day inherit Earth and rule over it with a type of power that Dinosaurs could never have known?
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