I am so excited by the myth of Atlantis. Honestly, it’s an incredible wealth of story and myth that stems from a few cryptic lines of text in a Greek Philosopher’s tall tale telling. I am endlessly fascinated by the quest for things that don’t, actually, exist, but we believe must be real. Atlantis has inspired countless dreamers for generations, looking for that lost utopia, that city fallen in a day and a night into the sea in some terrible cataclysm that must have been somehow their own fault. In seeking Atlantis, our intrepid band of amateur and professional archaeologists scour the globe for signs in the water that civilizations once stood on ground that had only been exposed during the last great ice age. It is widely posited by anthropologists of merit that humans did not live in cities during the ice age. Neanderthals roamed in hunter-gatherer tribes in the northern wilds of Europe, and Homo Sapiens Sapiens roamed in hunter-gatherer tribes across Africa, and possibly the Middle East. And, at no time in the ice age was humanity living in grand oceanic cities in what is now off-shore of Japan, or the Mediterranean, or Lake Titicaca, or India, or the Bermuda Triangle, or…
Okay, so the pleasure of the show is not in refutation. That is an endless cycle, and one can easily lose sight of the story they tell of history, and it remains an interesting one, even if it is not really plausible.
At some point, there were these grand, ancient cities. Aliens used them as bases and came down from the stars and taught mankind how to mankind. Echoes of the alien influence are in the art not just of the Kachina Dolls, but in the primitive statuary of the early societies of Japan. At Lake Titicaca, high in the Andes, ancient stone artifacts have been found that seem to carry the echo of astronaut suits. Of course, diving suits resemble astronaut suits. It is supposed that underwater bases may still remain! Lake Titicaca, in particular, has a long and celebrated history of UFOs rising from the waters that seem reminiscent of earlier episodes’ portrayal of the Bermuda Triangle.
I particularly love the myth of Atlantis because there is so much we don’t know about the sea floor. We know the surface of the moon better than the bottom of the sea. The seas are a perfect symbol of mystery and the unknown. I remember, when I lived in Houston, and watched the floodwaters rise, and thought about global warming, and how maybe no one should be living there. Atlantis is a metaphor for our own world, right now. Our great cities will fall under water. Miami, New York, Houston, Washington, D.C., Seattle, Los Angeles, all will be doomed to fall in what feels like a day and a night when the right storm comes, the right disaster. Soon, the great centers of civilization will fall beneath the sea and it will be our own damn fault. Aliens, perhaps, in off-shore bases watching over us and our development as a species, perhaps will sweep into the drowned ruins, and snip away what remnant of us they desire to hide from future tribes.