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And most importantly 😉, more than 4,000 years ago,
a dog left his front paw marks, on this clay brick, which was used in the construction of the ziggurat of the moon god Nanna at Ur. Cuneiform texts describe temples, as being like mountains linking earth and heaven.
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BROTZMAN AND TULLY
"The current, prevailing view among scholars is that the alphabet was invented in the first half of the second millennium by Canaanites living in Egypt." - Ellis R. Brotzman; Eric J. Tully. Old Testament Textual Criticism: A Practical Introduction (p. 12). Baker Publishing Group.
SOME THOUGHTS ON PREFLOOD WRITING AND IMMEDIATE POSTFLOOD WRITING
It should be noted that the building of cities, the development of musical instruments, and the forging of iron and copper tools had their start long before the Flood. (Gen 4:17, 21-22) Then, I would add that the people prior to the flood were closer to perfection and lived close to a thousand years. The accumulative knowledge of a person close to human perfection over a thousand-year period has to be tremendous. Imagine BROTZMAN's life, how much he knows now, now add another 920 years onto your life. Reasonably, therefore, men would have had little difficulty in also developing a method of writing. Since there was only one language originally. I think that it is also reasonable that Shem did not sin with the others at Babel, so why would he be punished with a language change?
Secular historians are not able to disclose the origin of the Hebrew language. In fact, for that matter, the same is true for any of the most ancient languages known, such as Sumerian, Akkadian (Assyro-Babylonian), Aramaean, and Egyptian. The reason for this is because the earliest tongues appeared already fully developed in the earliest written records that have been discovered.
I find it that the Bible is hardly ever used as evidence by a number of scholars who work in a highly technical field. On Sunday, they supposedly believe the Bible is the absolute inerrant Word of God but in their publications and journals, they do not incorporate the words of God itself into the discussion.
WHAT WAS THE ORIGIN OF THE HEBREW LANGUAGE?
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Chapter 17
Constance regretted not getting out of the city when she had the chance.
Of course, there had not been much of a chance. She didn’t own a car. Mass transit was completely down. With her phone out of commission, she didn’t have a map app to use to guide her. Naturally, she didn’t own a paper map. Except for the ones sold to tourists, she had not even seen a paper map for years. By the time she realized she needed one, they had disappeared from the shops. Given the fact that she only had a vague notion of which roads took her to what bridges and her knowledge collapsed completely after that, any journey on foot was destined to fail miserably. She had never had cause to pay attention to such details. Then, there was the other important question of where exactly she would go. How did she know that things would be better ‘there’ than they were ‘here’?
Those who did have cars escaped within a day or two after the power went down and stayed down. She should have talked her way into one of those vehicles, but instead she used this mass migration as an opportunity to visit the shipyards. She hitchhiked to the docks where storage container after storage container was offloaded in order to see what was there.
The place was eerily still. A small handful of cargo ships could be seen out in the bay, just sitting. Eventually, she found a real person who explained that this had begun well before the power outage. Dockworkers had started calling in sick months ago. In the last week, there had been so few that it was not possible to safely unload a ship. But that was only half of the problem. The other half was that there were no truck drivers coming in to pull the shipping containers away from the yard. You could only stack containers so high, after all. The trucks began disappearing even before the dockworkers.
The real person had to explain the significance of this to Constance. She had just stood there dumbly, trying to process why it all mattered, before finally confessing to him that “she didn’t get it.” With a slight edge in his voice, he gave what those in the heartland would recognize as a basic lesson in economics. Supply and demand. Logistics. Products, they had. Workers to distribute them throughout the country, they did not have. Scarcity of products meant higher prices. Finally, the producers stopped trying. The reason why there were ships still at anchor and not on the way back to their points of origin is that sailing required fuel, and if there were no trucks to bring fuel to the bunker boats which refueled the container ships, the container ships were stranded.
Rubbing salt in her wounds, the man had also said, “I’m sure there are loads of coffee out there somewhere in those boxes, if only we had someone who could move them along the next step of the supply chain.” The absence of her morning coffee for more than a week was one of the things that irked her the most about everything.
The real person strongly hinted that there had been a general strike by the nation’s truckers, but she could not believe this was not known to her. She was a star reporter for the Paper of Record. Something of the sort the real person was describing would have come to her attention. Wouldn’t it? The fact that she didn’t know anything about it was itself worthy of investigation. She would investigate it, if only she could find a way to get out of the city.
She had hitchhiked back home. The next day, there were hardly any vehicles on the road anymore. The ones she saw were packed with people and possessions and didn’t have room for her, anyway.
She witnessed terrifying events. She was not the only one trying to get out of the city. There were numerous violent encounters between the rightful occupants of vehicles and those trying to commandeer them in order to get out of town. She saw skulls cracked open, people shot in cold blood, and even a woman raped on the street in broad daylight. No one could intervene—a man with a pistol stuck in his waistband stood guard, watching the rapist’s back.
And what about the good guys with guns? Defunded. And now: gone. There were still police on the street on the third day. After that, they must have calculated the time had come to protect their own families and no longer reported to work. Would their squad cars have even had fuel to last much longer into the outage? At any rate, they may also have concluded that their presence was not appreciated, anyway, and gave the people what they wanted. Or, at least what President Harris had said the people wanted.
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The Corn Siege
1614350862The only security left were soldiers deployed to some sections of the city. These were not the National Guardsmen. Constance had no idea where these went. The Guardsmen disappeared almost immediately. After a gap of a couple of days, new soldiers arrived, and even some tanks. Tanks! But Constance and most of the remaining citizens were not important enough to warrant protection by the military, so they did not enjoy the security they offered.
Without the police roaming about, no weapon to defend herself with, and no man to stand by her side, Constance was reduced to hunkering down inside her frigid apartment. She did not dare venture out alone.
There was just one problem: she was nearly out of food.
She decided that whether she liked it or not, she would have to risk a trip. She could think of just one chance: get to her workplace and hope she can get ahold of that sat phone. She had not been back to work since Day 3. Her contact had been correct in his assessment that there weren’t going to be any more editions of the paper delivered. The presses required electricity and the delivery trucks needed fuel, and the streets were wild and unsafe. Perhaps, however, her contact could find a way to get her out of this mess? He seemed to have known what was coming. On that note, she was determined to ask him why she had never heard of a massive strike by the country’s truckers. It would be the first story she published, if ever she got another chance to write one.
Without the police roaming about, no weapon to defend herself with, and no man to stand by her side, Constance was reduced to hunkering down inside her frigid apartment. She did not dare venture out alone.
There was just one problem: she was nearly out of food.
She decided that whether she liked it or not, she would have to risk a trip. She could think of just one chance: get to her workplace and hope she can get ahold of that sat phone. She had not been back to work since Day 3. Her contact had been correct in his assessment that there weren’t going to be any more editions of the paper delivered. The presses required electricity and the delivery trucks needed fuel, and the streets were wild and unsafe. Perhaps, however, her contact could find a way to get her out of this mess? He seemed to have known what was coming. On that note, she was determined to ask him why she had never heard of a massive strike by the country’s truckers. It would be the first story she published, if ever she got another chance to write one.
The “House of David”: Historical or Embellished History?
Some 3,000 years ago, there lived a young shepherd boy, David, who possessed the heart of a poet and the talent of a great musician, who would grow into a great warrior, a prophet, and a king of a newly founded empire. This boy, who was specially chosen by God, whose house would lead to…
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