QJD design studio AI heist

Notice 

QJD design studio is an architectural design studio run by Quinton Damstra in muizenberg, cape town, south africa.

Noticed AI with some help can and is over writing the narrative.

I dropped the J in the middle of the 2 names when writing down as i noticed someone else doing it. And by association i didn't want to be associated. The J is for james.

Ive frighteningly noticed AI with some possible help can and is over writing my creative narrative of who QJD from muizenberg is. The initials are not even the same.  

Fortunately artistic creativity is with the eye of the wielder, thats very fortunately. One can fraudulently now by deviantly rendering facts differently and AI can overwrite all true reality. AI can now easily help with that heist of good peoples creative work. Typing in my over 30 year run QJD design studio into google. AI gave a narrative of another quinton as the creative personage behind the 30 years of real hard earned creative blood sweat and tears. Whether that chap is complicent or not is secondary to the complete ease that you can be completely completely erased out your own creative digital art work. 

Should this scare you? 

Absolutely it should. If people will fake they have ability as an artist and a creative using AI. The same type of people will fake being you, Stolen Valor Brigaders, SVB sounds like a sexually transmitted disease. It is exactly that, vile pirates and pleabecian blue blistering barnicle nuckleheads. Im not threatened by someone faking my creative ability. Im fortunately  sufficiently creatively artisticly insane enough to be on my own in that arena. Im just amazed that anyone would want to digitally over write me. However in such a phoney fake world governed by snake oil salesman, gun runners and dystopian AI system architects of doom. Fake is the only constant to this reality. Phoney specialists specialising in fake frauds. This might be my last post before AI and its phoney controllers rewrite everything digitally real about me. Im just glad my form of creative insanity is unique unto to me. No fraud stolen artistic valor specialist can fake my form of creatively insane artistic design process. Good luck actually drawing my style of creative madness. I have all my original by hand work safely stored As proof to the real. The big eye lifters are a complete joke to all legitimate creative design artists. Tsek ekse.

AI and its soon to be vast gunship drone robotic control army is the future of all biological flesh control mechanisms. Dont believe otherwise. We all will soon be completely erased by the AI mechanisms being carefully put in place. Those we look up to now for being the incredibly wealthy architects of our completely shackled future. Will have their statues ripped down in years to come and dumped in the sea. As the architecture of this absolute control becomes obviously manifest to us all. Reset and restart will be the mantra of the great suppressed and unwashed. 

Humanity is right now being herded into boxes, herded into busses and shipped out of areas for whatever plausible reason. (Its on the news) First sign of the dystopian 1984 future. AI gunship drones, and robotic wealthy minders planning all this for now invisible action. All flesh is about to be completely suppressed. It's the architecture of the new 1 dimensional hard edge AI machine reality.

In Russia, AI led gunship drones are butchering people like a cattle slaughter. Its not being made common knowledge because the horror of it would cause an early reaction for a system not fully in place as yet. An AI  system nobody, no human is accountable for. Just a hard ware controlled mechanism out of the sky drone robot. Controlled by a software AI system. It's real, and its currently hear being carefully put in place around you.

Watch how people are butchered and nobody will care to help. Helping puts a target on your back to be gunship robotic AI erased yourself.

Thats a bankable fact. 

Me being erased from my own digital creative artistic narrative by AI is nothing as to what reality will bring now. Im suddenly not at all cared about being over written on the net, forgotten, not given credit for the rubbish i artistically create or design. Im running for the hills, im exploring hacking face recognition software and living out in the dark misty mountains. 

Herding humans into busses is the first sign of trains to the chambers. Who i wonder is in control of that narrative?

AI or the select few architects of the new world order control system?

A thread two,s Africa inspired artistic ramblings

"When whispering softly into the night. Don't ever worry if your words are being heard. Because your ears are listening & your heart is focused, now its just a matter of aligning your whispers with your actions." QJD wildetect 3 of 3

2 threads of artistic design inspiration in the story of an Africa art inspired landscape.


Thread one Africa artists..
In established architectural cultures, with deep existing heritage. They are tasked with the design of their own cultures architecture, art & design heritage. The creative artistic expression of their own cultures creative lineage. As observers to this marvelously rich cultural diversity. We can simply appreciate the brilliance. Africa has age old established cultures with rich artistic design architectural heritages, who just need to keep adding to their own incredible depth & continue to create their own dynamic future design visions. As set out by their previous poets, artists and architects of the culture.

Thread two Africa born inspired creatives.
Those of us born on this incredible continent that is Africa, 2nd , 3rd, 4th generation Africans from around the world children. Who now don't really have 1 established cultural heritage flowing through their veins. Dutch, Malaysian, Irish, English, Scott's, French etc . Who's new cultural blue blood comes from several seperate heritages. Cultures that they now look to try understand and artistically explore. These born on the Africa continent creatives have a different inspirationsl lineage to fervently try explore and express. They can establish and start their own unique inspired artistic design Africa inspired identity. An interpreted creative design artistic journey from being inspired by living on this wildly dynamic Africa continent. Whilst having several bloodline cultures flowing through their blue veins

Below in the pictures is just one such thread two's interpretation of being inspired by living in Africa and exploring several cultural roots. Termed Africa fauvistic design style, wildetecture , erxell, evokatism.

As a young artist, a creative designer in cape town, many, many years ago now. I had an ephiny artistic experience. I nievely took all my then complete oeuvre of artistic creative work to be viewed by a newspaper article talent type scout harvisting artists forum. All my senditive to me created in a vacuum artwork. Not ever really shared to anyone before. All grown outside of any established artistic framework and i foolishly magnanimously showcased it to this harvister artistic design creative forum. I believed at the time and nievly thought all creative artists are built with an idea we are an art piece awaiting our unique discovery. My work was going to be rawly discovered. Just a formality really. All those hours of capturing what i thought was my deep inner creative thoughts, onto paper. This process gives an artist a form of deranged arrogant egotistical crazy man mania. The foolish idea what you have to say will be actually important to others. All my then work from poetry, stories, architectural work and more laid infront of a design forum. I look back now and realise the artistic work i built up over much time was nothing really. Just a limited distilled creative vacuum grown artists closeted understanding of art. All my then work printed into an a4 bound booklet and proudly handed in to this esteemed design panel. Labeled "future techno perfect." I cant remember why i did that, i do remember feeling they going to love this hugely raw artistic creative portfolio. They where surely going to see my potentail raw creative artistic ability.

I didnt hear back from them for a very long while. So i started feeling very vulnerable. Like i made a huge mistake. I now wanted all my artistic junk back. So i went into the offices expecting a prodical artistic son has arrived home reception. Boy did i get a huge dose of mockery mirth artistic reality from the esteemed panel. I did manage to run out of there with all my printed work under my arm. Feeling like a complete spanked bottom, a highly embassased artistic tonsil. I remember running out of their feeling completely, utterly and totally gutted. I now have seen that gutted look many times in other creatives and artistically minded artists. I recognise its raw vulnerability in its naked form. When Simon Cowell says to the America has talent contestant, that they are terrible. That look in their eyes of thinking they had talent, but now are earthed rubbished publically causes me to go beetroot red. Every dream is all brought down publicly to, nope you actually really suck. Man do i go red in the face from sadness and huge embarrassment for them. People really love that stuff, they love to see the creatively arrogant artists laid out completely bare on the canvas. Its catnip to the masses. Performance art extraordinaire i say bully those with the guts to try artistically say something expressive.

Looking back now, For me this was a very humbling earthing experience. It was the very best thing to ever happen to me. Over time I resolved after much ego pride nonsense wound licking. To never ever put my art design creative work infront of cold fowl harvister forum design feet ever again. Validation is an internal artistic process first. Creativity, art, design is mostly subjective. My process changed from art being for you the public, to art being for me the individual. Which meant me as my own simon cowel critic. How ones work is received is secondary to the process of creating ones art. Well that necesary experience has allowed me to go artistically bos. Dabbling in several mediums of creative self expression. My art oeuvre is much thicker now. I go through bursts of doing wild creative stuff. Then im stagnant for a long while. I realise this is all a process of aligning ones own unique thoughts. The reaction to living this life has a creative output. Its unique to you, your experience is very much individual. I now know i dont need esteemed creative artistic design panels to remind me im completely barking mad. At times very self absorbed. I will never again make the mistake of putting my artistic process enjoyment of what i do in the opinions of others. Others will completely crush you and leave you as a husk on the artistic canvas. Its your absolute duty as a creative to get up all artistically bloody and bruised and tell S.C. you think his opinion is that of an old bitter smelly woman.

I just now need to validate myself. I believe that a creative itch scratched is better after the fact. An art work is best out than in. Express yourself creatively for yourself first. Most sensitive artists after realizing they suck in the eyes of the masses, immediately quit. Very fortunately for me, definetly not you. Im now not like most artists. Tsek bru, clear some space. Im coming through with an entire boat load of artistic junk. This wild Africa inspired thread two has much to say to himself. And im perfectly comfortable saying it. So the giggling behind the hands creative design panels can gafaw all they like. Validating yourself artistically is liberating. Dont wait for the harvister forum artistic pirates to cut strips from your hide. And if they do!! hang the plebesianites from the yardarm. Blue blistering barnicles and a bottle of rum.

Real raw snot and tears human driven stories.

Biological creative engineer. AI code for human.

There is a definite split now between creativity before (only Biological Engineering Creatives) and after AI (Artificial intelligence.) The new code for human carbon based creative entities is biological engineers. (Cute right)

According to the very clever biological engineer tin men people steering this artificial intelligence into existence, the AI entity is now coding itself and leaving biological engineers completely in the dust. The narrative code language AI is now manufacturing is way to advanced for biological engineers to contemplate. That's according to the head tin man biological engineer guru currently in charge. The one now fusing this incredible AI technology into human brains. Facinating really, lets call him tin man 1 of 9. Perhaps 7 will be 7, who knows? Hay wait i could ask, yip you guessed it. Ai. 

Expanding the mind by getting answers very quickly is always exciting. Getting a synaptic run down of library's of historical data is very helpful. Im not anti AI im not anti advancement. Ive used AI to enhance my conceptual design ideas. Well ive asked wildetectures resident guru  in hong kong to swim in the Ai mirror pond for me. While i watch from a distance as the darkness communicates very powerful graphic ideas back to us.  I havent put my toe in the mirrored surface water yet, however im watching owl eyed from afar. Fascinated as the enhancements of creative imagination are immediate to the prompting. Mirror, mirror on the wall......

Now im certainly not the fairest of them all. Creative endeavor is for me to try align the synaptic defragmentation process of my own tiny mind. Ive heard these very clever people who interview other clever biological engineers have ways of seeing if your any good. Asking all sorts of highly advanced questions about how incredibly assertive you are. And then seeing if your an alpha biological engineer or just a common to garden beta type. I do find it rather funny now that the alpha biological engineers have developed the supreme alpha AI entity. They have worked themselves out of the running as it now self actualises. Pretty smart really. All this alpha biological creativity led by ego and megalamaniacal types is rather fascinating. Well until writing a piece like this gets you shut out of your own life, fascinating. 

I was camping out in the country a week or so ago. Watching the dark starry van Gogh sky at night. Realising i know so very little about finding north from the stars. I didnt ask AI for the synaptic clever version of the night sky info. I kinda just cavemanned it out. And you wouldnt believe it if i didnt see about 19 sputnik satellites. Criss crossing the dark heavens. Going on their merry ol busy way doing all sorts of alpha type surveillance stuff. Much like a  Monsantos gnome rewriting code in a wheat granules dna i should imagine. 

I did start waving up, you know the thing you do when you see a policeman and want to show your law abiding and have nothing to hide. I was in the deep desert and waving to militant types in my own creative imagination. It was abit wierd really.

Anyway not to keep you on this simple biological creative writing thread much longer. I know you have much more important Ai reading to do. Androitly condencing using Ai Dovstoyofkies Tolstoyorian Tolkien comes to mind. I mean what im putting down here is simply a simple hand print on a cavewall. Future generations if they can even open up the vast limited current information web will not understand the limited gibberish. The clay wood flashdrive of our time. I cant help but think that handprint of long ago was a warning. Edpecially the red one ive seen in the Cederberg mountains. A warning of something someone saw in the caveman future. But you know we were so very primitive back then, we didn't have alpha biological engineers steering up our advancement into space and the knowledge of all that is good and bad. I suppose its not just any ol nimrod who can lead the way. 

Well im going to go back to my human biological thinking process now. You know what they say, to much Ai makes johnny a very clever boy. And i certainly for one want to keep my beta biological creative engineering status under the radar. Definetly dont want to stand out like a taller than the rest wheat stalk. Just smile and wave is what i get from the handprint on the cave wall. That time when i first encounted it, way back in 1984 when singing forever young was a very believable real concept. Well thats all just before i got forever old really. . 

Wildetectures influence is untamed Africa wild.

Running forward, trying to always look beyond the beyond for conceptual futuristic design ideas. Sometimes causes one to forget the incredible design journey you have already been through. Wildetecture have been given a great opportunity to try create a life size great white sculptural shark for an Aquarium in SA. So walking around the Aquarium yesterday and having an impromptu tour was extremely inspiring.

(Further to the above excitement several years ago. When it was realised we needed to actually bill for the material costs. The interest completely ended in the artistic piece - it appears it was to be an advertising reciprocal payoff completely free type gig. Unfortunately we couldn't carry the material and manufacture cost.)

I did wake up this morning thinking of the time when i surfed just about everyday of my life in the real great ocean aquarium. And the wonderful experiences i had with cape towns sea life in the real sealife setting.

In the 80"s i surfed everyday no matter the waves , conditions , weather. So i had a few chance encounters with the wild life around the cape.

Once when surfing misty cliffs - it was late in the day, super glassy conditions, not very big waves. I was sitting at the back by myself watching the sky put on its usual dramatic red sunset show. The last one in the water and enjoying the solitude. When out of nowhere i heard a sound like someone blowing a very strange musical instrument. I then felt raindrops on my face, which was odd as their where no clouds in the sky. Then i noticed this really huge massive shape about 4m from me, silently gliding past. It was a huge big whale - to re-iterate, a really massive one - Strangely enough i was not scared at all, i just sat their, and put my hands up in the air (i felt that was important for some reason) I also felt an immense connected feeling with my environment, heightened awareness. I sat their for awhile mesmerized by how silent such immense power is. (well other than the blow hole noise) The whale was gliding surprisingly fast - it gave one more majestic orchestral manuevre sound and then was gone. I could have touched it - but that would have spoilt the moment. The whale said,  im coming through and it said cheers. What more could one want in life than have ones own solitary conversation with a creature as magnificent as a whale. Of course now that i understand basic whale - it actually said "touch me and you die." Again the speed it was going was super fast, gone in 30 seconds fast. Like all of my friends cars stolen at mistys. You would actually watch the sea lice pilfer your car from the backline, plebecian blue blistering barnicles. 

On another occasion at Kalkbay reef i was sitting out the back and suddenly i felt something latch onto my big toe. I looked down and saw these huge black puppy eyes staring up at me through the water - It was a baby seal pup. I sat staring at it for a little while, but got an uneasy feeling that mom must be around somewhere,  so i gently removed said seal pup from my big toe. It came back twice again before disappearing. I didnt think i looked anything like a mother seals breast but junior thought i did.

Cape clawless otters are also incredible - very rare to see them and they love swimming in the sea. Again at Misty cliffs shore break waves can be rather intense depending the tide, when i used to surf everyday - my favorite waves where thick bowling beach breaks , Krons , Danger beach shore break (left of the reef) waves like that, 5-6 foot pure bliss. So you can imagine my surprise when i paddled for a wave and at the last minute pulled back because it was sucking all the water off the bottom and just looked pure ocean nasty. However for 2 split seconds in the most hectic part of the boiling wave - Exactly where the lip was going to explode and grind a hole in the sea floor. Was an otter. This little dude was on his back , flippers in the air and just having so much fun. I was , dude you gonna die. (In the story when ive had a beer, im sure he winked at me, however in this story i haven't had a beer, so no wink) Anyway the wave exploded and unloaded on this little guy and i did that noise men do when they see another man get kicked in the goons. I looked at the back of the wave for awhile and eventually the little nut job otter popped up. He stayed in the exact same spot getting pounded by waves, for ages. I shouted , dude why you punishing yourself. But then i noticed each wave churned up a new morsel of chow, so i suppose the waves churn up the food and thats where you gotto hunt. In the extreme impact zone - takes some kahunas i tell you. Imagine, here is your burger sir - and then BOOM - side swiped by a punching glove!! Very dangerous hunting strategy.

Ive had huge dolphins swim around me in Namibia - i thought they where sharks but it was just super fast big dolphins. Ive been pecked badly by a penguin and still have the scar on my lip to prove the kiss. Well you see, i noticed this penguin tangled in fishing line, so i did the obvious  thing and picked the little guy up and started freeing him. I managed to get most of the stuff off and then the little guy pecked me a massive shot. I couldn't believe it - I was still in that naive phase in life, that i felt if you help something, the usual rules dont apply. Anyway this penguin had not read that manual and left me with a kissing scar that i can still see if i grow my stubble out. I freed most of the fishing gut but after the bite the terms of our engagement kinda changed abit. I didnt hold onto the little guy as tightly and he escaped my efforts, i was sadly powerless as he zoomed out of their faster than anything ive ever seen. Said i wouldn't kiss and tell normally, and now here i am spilling my guts.

I suppose the silliest sea story i have, is when 2 of my friends and I  where sitting far out at fish hoek beach. It was a big winter grey day and we where shooting the breeze waiting for a big set far out near the yellow bouy that was ever present. Its not there anymore. Now back in the day fish hoeks reputation as being great white shark city central - wasn't that entrenched yet. I mean we knew of the odd attack years before, but nobody had ever seen a great white shark for years. So they simply lived in legend status. Anyway my buddy who was facing out to sea suddenly got this look on his face of absolute fear and gurgled SHARK!. We turned round and saw nothing, because he was always joking around we didn't believe him. Anyway he paddled in almost as fast as that penguin swam away. Myself and my remaining buddy re-enacted shark attacks for his benefit while he was on the beach. If i think back now we should have just simply been eaten. He said the fin was about 1m out the water. This brought on more fits of laughter. Anyway anyone who knows fish hoek now, knows these men in grey suits regularly patrol the back line. On another occasion a diver urged us not to go in the water because he had seen a massive shark off Clovelly - we paddled in anyway - brave as kids, stupid as fools. Obviously being skinny little dudes fortunately we didnt look that edible enough for the johnnies out back. Now im a full on extra fries mega whopper burger meal. I wouldnt chance it now. Im very much big bull seal family pack with extra cheese derishous.

Oh, there was the time i jumped over a cape cobra to get to a secret surf spot in cape point nature reserve. A bright yellow, big hooded fellow, looked like super shiny plastic against the dull dune sand. He was really mad, i wasn't going to let this dude mess up my surf day, the waves where pumping. I did carefully walk back the path, but he had mooched off or hissed off. 

I have other occasions where the only aquarium i knew was the real one out in the ocean around cape town - However seeing all this abundance of incredible sea life at the Aquarium sparked a few synaptic memories. Like the time i paddled out at crayfish factory and sat so far in the channel it felt like i aligned with Scarbourough. It was huge and i was a 14 year old super scared kid. The power of something sparking a flood of memory. It was a great shot left and i enjoyed the experience and now im enjoying the synaptic memory moments all in a crowded flood. 

Moments are only half forefilled if they are not shared - So mom i know your the only reader of this blog, the stats show me - Well now you know what i did during my mal mad teenage surfing years - I was studying real life marine biology. Say hi to dad. (to the only other reader of this blog) - if your not aware as the 3rd possible reader (why would you be??), my mom was a biology teacher for many years at fish hoek high school. She has stories to tell, wish i could tell them as well as her. 

Note to my younger design self.

As a designer , artists or creative - maybe you can relate to this next little story - A very long while ago i was introduced to my very much younger self - although the medium of artistic expression was different, the insatiable need for validation and approval was exactly the same as me at that same age. I was sitting chatting to folk as one does, when i was touched on the shoulder by my younger self and asked if i wanted to see a handstand. i said sure - and my younger self proceeded an attempt at a 4 year old hand stand. Not at all very good but because i was me and recognized my own need for validation from people, i said - wow what a fantastic handstand. well that small sentence opened the gates of handstand attempting Muizenberg garden world championships.

My younger self  had hands on the ground more than feet and i felt compelled or even forced to say after each attempt - wow - incredible - amazing. I did this because i used to do the same with my drawing attempts.  I would rustle up a sketch of a cowboy or an eagle and show the sketch to everyone - that need for affirmation drove me to my next sketch. So the fact that im still sketching and pushing ideas, i now recognize my handstand self. The difference now at 47 years, i dont  have this insatiable need for external affirmation as i did back then. Hay dont get me wrong - i love any small wow or oohs or even an aaagh  - but i recognize when its real or not. so i do my handstand - good bad and downright ugly - i stand up and simply do another one. If i have the privilege of an audience thats awesome. However whats driving me to put my hands onto the floor again isnt the need for their affirmation anymore.

However i do try self artistically evaluate - mostly the sketches are to make sense of a fleeting design concept. Capture the butterfly of creative thought in a sketch - I must say my ability to capture doesn't equal the imagined concept in my head - It always seems like i almost get my artistic expressive  legs in the air, before i come crashing down to the earth again. But hay the point of this is - one must never stop trying to communicate your artistic ideas. So many highly talented, super sensitive creative gifted people stop creating because of a lack of appreciation of their expression from the "audience". The audience of critics is secondary to the creative itch you must simply keep scratching my creative friend.

That to me is extremely sad -  a young close relative of mine used to love singing and at 7 they used to sing around the house and fill the space with such enthusiasm and lovely warm vibrant sound energy. I really loved it. I made the complete and absolute fatal mistake of encouraging them to share this energy. I told them to sing infront of an audience panel for a school assignment - The panel of teachers where sadly simply not equipped to deal with the handstand build to gymnast creative phenomena process. Brutal dystopian honesty was the Orwellian 1984 given mindset. The sad upshot of that is the young relative,  now 18yrs has not ever filled the space with her beautiful voice since then. They where emphatically handstand silenced by the critic audience - they where very nervous , and possibly didn't sing as well as they could - instead of encouraging further development of the expressive skill at 7,  it was very important for the non educator audience inquisition gestapo to crush them completely. Why educators are determined to crush potentail and destroy artistic expression is beyond me. To much attitude SC (Simon Cowell) - people think its their god given right and duty to tell artistic expressionists and exhibitionists to please stop right now - lets face it - have you heard ol Simon Critic sing? - i haven't - maybe he can - maybe he cant - but he is currently the self appointed absolute final say on singing ability - And yes for the show its absolutely necessary. The audience loves a good creative assassination. A rip and tear of the fragile irresdecence of ethereal creative beauty.

We need more human driven creativity and artistic expression in all mediums. Its not just open to the few absolutely gifted ones at the very top of the artistic tree. Its everyones absolute life duty to find their medium of expression and fill the space with it. 

For more artistic expressive beauty in this life - we simply need more handstand expressionists. We must not ever stifle creative expression - critics to my mind cant usually do what they criticize, therefore to look creatively and artistically capable they with much venom criticize the timid handstanders. Having the guts to perform is the hardest obstacle facing the creative expressionist - even if you draw stick men - draw , draw , draw - i love stick men - because that stick man drawn, with that pen, by you - is one of a kind - and we need more one of a kind originality in this drab ol grey critic fueled world of robotic soon to be everything heading in the same direction limited A.I. fervor.

Be very careful who you hand your artistic expressive ear to. They will mould you away or towards immense artistic self expressive satisfaction. 

Stagnant waters born of downhill greed

Most humans now living and who have died act and acted just like water running easily downhill. We all simply take the path of least resistance, until we hit an uphill challenge that stops us dead in our tracks. Uphills or challenge blockages cause us to stagnate in a quagmire of our own putridity. We hope the collective dam up will try with brute force in unison to overcome the challenge of a blockage. The reality is a new easy path around is now sought and found. Often we go in a completely different direction. Water downhill is always probing the easy way around new challenges. We all know very well some challenges have no easy way around. Only a hard cold consequence of our limited in the moment actions. Looking for direction with knowledge after working around challenges leads to wisdom.  Wisdom is mostly hindsight, knowledge. It is the thousands of facts leading to an end result. We cant see through to the wisdom of an issue until all the knowledge facts have been put in place and show us the results of our easy route water downhill actions.

This build up of collective knowledge, accumulated by the lazy easy flow route water types through generations. Doesnt always lead to the desired destination. Easy flow water greedy drowners who have not stopped to ever analyse the very big infront of them uphill blockage picture. A blockage challenge mostly created by the build up of other easy flow decision makers.

Sadly and its in fact true most humans are across the board lazy, greedy and reactive to the water downhill path finding technique. There are a few humans that are not wired this way. However those very few are the rare diamonds, the outliers, the ones setting the real benchmark for others in the future. They are very few and very far between in the collective liquid morass of humanities easy flood water route downhill collective. 

For the most part we all fit this model of the human collective easiest route downhill water trait. A type of easy communistic group think approach, lazy minded water downhill operatives rely on other mostly less competent path finders to lead in finding the easiest route downhill. All fanatically wanting maximum benefit with absolutely minimum input. 

its not more obvious than in the hippo story. The story told to the incredible writer TV Bulpin by a very wise old man many years ago. its a fact that the highways and byways of Africa are filled to the brim with age old collective knowledge and deep wisdom. One has to have one ear to the ground one to the heavens, your feet firmly planted in the rich soil and hands that continually reach for the stars to benefit from this collective over time wisdom. 

The human diamonds are generally those who have lived through real life experience. Who can now articulate the lesson clearly for like minded humans. Who are not wired like the fat fingered greedy lazy collective water downhill group thinkers.

The hippo story narrated by this wise old man to this famous writer is perhaps now well known. i am certainly not wise. I am like most humans, an easy route downhill water operative. However as age and reality converge with hindsight i am in a small way understanding lifes putridity muddles. Perhaps me retelling it wont do it justice. Perhaps the lesson will still be lost. However our current outcomes of reality is in itself justice enough for our short sightedness and lazy approach. 

Drought, lack of rain, burst dams and complete mayhem is the legacy of the easy route downhill human. Our collective blocked challenge putridity dam. In reality leads to total destruction of all eco systems. The greedy fat fingered are always allowed to wantingly act with blood slaughtering impunity. As the rest of us easy downhill water minds watch with incredulous non committal disgust. 

The condensed version of the hippo story told by the wise man to the writer is as such. (Google it for full version. If you are like me, water downhill, read on for the synaptic version) 

The hippo story goes, in central Africa somewhere southish, many years ago in an area now completely drought striken, with no water, there once was a huge lake In an area with very limited rainfall. This vast lake provided beautiful water to a parched land with very rich soil. Further north of this dam was a morass of reads and swamps inhabited by many hippo. Explorers who took the time to document there findings, wrote of this now non existant lake, so it did exist. However now its completely evaporated with little hint it was ever present.  

The story goes that to tame a land is to render it useless to all. So the Locals who lived north of the lake where getting harrased by many hippo. These huge herbivores that kill the most humans in Africa. These wise custonians of the wetlands, whos eyes peak above the water line. Watching this soft but squishy naked ape who has mastered the art of destructive tool making. The tools we design well and most effectively are the ruinous type. Those tools that seek to destroy life rather than enhance it. So it was with this story. The inhabitants got sick of beating drums all night keeping the hippos away. They got sick of living next to the challenge of the ever watchful hippos. So they traded all there material things and all the animal wealth pelts and furs in there area for powerful guns to slaughter the hippos. These weapons of mass destruction where to get rid of the threat of the water downhill hippos. The greedy humans that sold the guns came and took all the furs and pelts by the wagon load from the area. The easy slaughter with guns of many hippos began. Every easy water downhill pathfinder was now licking lips happy. Over time the greed and bloodlust mixed into accummulative hindsight knowledge but sadly has never distilled into much needed wisdom. Why can one say this? Because we are a cut, paste history repeat animal. Only we grow progressively worse in our total annihilation of eco systems with each succeeding generation.  

The rains far up north came as they do every year. But with no herbivore hippo to create easy water pathways through the reeds. The water built up behind the reeds like a putrid stagnant morass blockage. The intricate pathways through the morass was now completely blocked. With no hippos to create the flow. Water did what water does. It finds a new easier pathway downhill. The dam that relied on the rains far up north dried up, the life giving rain water found a quicker route to the sea and life in that once abundantly rich area ceased to exist. It was now a dry hot dust bowl. Those living around the abundantly rich life lake saw clumps of reeds wash down at first, then nothing, the rain water tap had been turned completely off.

The greedy fat fingered fur wagoneers moved off to a knew slaughtering ground. The short sighted locals who sold there birthright for red hippo stew left with more issues than answers. Heads hung low finding a new area with life giving water. Often the solution offered by greedy men is the destruction of a beautiful way of life. Quick easy fix mongers full of confidence but no wisdom. 

For those willing to listen we are left a now long forgotten story for a lesson for those sick of being an easy downhill water direction decision maker. A long forgotten story playing out every day in all parts of the world. We have still not learned from these vital ancient lessons.

Only when our collective destructive nature is quelled and those amongst us who are greedy and short sighted become wise, die or change their selfish perspective. Will we start to put back into our precious eco systems more than we currently taking out. The fine balance of nature is sadly destroyed by the intervention of the fat finger greedy merchants of selfish desire. 

Beware, beware of  snake oil salesman and the slaughter everything gun running peddlers so abundant today. These greedy short sighted easy water path downhill operatives are a massive danger to those who are truelly wise.

We need wild spaces, mankinds cities need to be defined within the wild spaces. We tame lands and we destroy continents.