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A young Neanderthal man steals softly and discreetly to the cave of another
family near El Castillo in Northern Spain. He has mixed the juice of berries and colorful crushed herbs to be used as tools of his
trade. The era is approximately 40,000 years ago. He thinks his neighbor’s dwelling is too drab.
This young man known as Morg is one of the best ‘unknown’ graffiti artists in his region. His only ‘signature’ is a handprint where
he ‘accidently’ dips his hand into his concoction and places it on the wall below his creation. By the dim light of an ever-dying
wood fire he adroitly maneuvers his hand-made brushes across the walls of his neighbor’s cave. The mixture of berries and herbs soon
manifest themselves in the form of a huge beast.
Upon arising next morning,
the head of the Greb clan is greeted by the monstrous creation of the man known as Morg. At first, he is very angry, beating his fist
into the palm of his other hand. Soon, he becomes resolved that this must be the work of some powerful God. How could anyone human
come into his home, paint the image of a huge beast, and leave without a trace. This was a mystery that could neither be solved by
Greb nor any of his family. In fact, it has not been solved unto this day. All that mere humans can do is to conjecture.
It is a known fact that ‘Spirits’ do not die. Take the case of Julius Caesar, et al. He conquered lands all around him destroying
anything that dared get in his way. This spawned a dynasty of leaders throughout early Europe who became conquerors and destroyers.
This ‘Spirit’ carried over into the religious realm of the Middle Ages. Millions of ‘unbelievers’ were destroyed because they chose
another way to worship the same God that the protagonists claimed to worship.
The ‘Spirit’ of destruction arose again in the 20th Century in the form of Adolph Hitler. He chose to destroy anything that disagreed
with his ideas of Nazism. He became a fanatic to the tune of almost six million Jews being decimated. Even though there is total evidence
today that this happened, there are those who would refute and even crush the idea that anyone could be so heartless. This takes on
the form of almost self-denial.
In San Jose, California on February 1, 2013,
a young man steals furtively onto a freeway overpass in Evergreen District. It is near midnight. He carries several cans of spray
paint, which can be purchased at any hardware store, with a definite plan in his mind. He thinks that the overpass, already painted
by a rival gang member, is too drab.
He performs his chosen trade with adroitness.
He learned his trade from a well-meaning relative who is serving time in San Quentin for armed robbery. This relative had been a graffiti
artist before he went into his other chosen field.
The idea is to go onto the
turf of another gang and mark their territory before they are even aware that anyone has encroached. This sometimes requires erasing
old graffiti and spraying another ‘work of art’ onto the same surface. This requires great planning on the part of the perpetrator.
Next morning, February 2, 2013, all who drove under the aforementioned overpass
was greeted by monstrous ‘gang markings’ known as ‘works of art’. All who see this creation are in wonderment as to how this ‘artist’
was able to dangle on the side of a freeway, paint his ‘work of art’ and then disappear into thin air, without being seen by anyone.
It had to be the work of a powerful God. All that law enforcement can do is conjecture as to who did it. Once in a while they get
blessed by a slow artist. Then the artist’s hands are slapped and told not to live so dangerously as to hang over freeways at midnight.
Whole sections of freeway walls are ‘graffitied’ in a single night. Hundreds
of cars and trucks pass this ‘work in progress’ never seeing the artist. It is difficult to believe that ‘Spirits’ are responsible
for this blatant disregard for everyone else’s taste in art.
Seems that a proven, responsible, ‘graffiti patrol’ paid out of the mayor’s
fund would be a good idea. The few hours that this would take would be less expensive than having to paint over everything that is
used as an easel.
Spirits do not die!