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5th paragraph of a novel I wrote in November, 2003
There were no physical markers in Phoebe’s path to help us recall the moment when the hundreds of small tribes began forming in several parts of the world simultaneously. These new, innovative, organizations were successfully pulling uninterested and unfriendly savages together like condensing droplets of water into increasingly complex and dependant relationships. In the Mediterranean, of course, they were gaining a strong hold, but this was also happening in China, parts of Africa and Asia like Cyrania Minor, Doljchoyvec Valley, Rimtalec Nook, etc, and the idea of hunting and gathering became the biggest idea to grip the world since organized violence (though that was still pretty popular as well, and would only be trumped by organized war in a few hundred thousand years). These people began to understand the universe they lived in, mapping patterns in the sky with the success of their tribes, relationships, and personal destinies. Trial and error led to complex algorithms involving the placement of the sun and the stars, which, within a certain margin of error, could pinpoint the causes of events that had devastated them, or which led them to times of incredible plenty. Through pictorial and verbal communication, this information had a higher chance of survival over time by being stored outside of the human brain: on walls, tablets, and crypts, and eventually books, audiocassettes, and DVDs.