The Pessimist

I

Am I really pessimistic, indifferent in my writings? So the Publishers say. I thought I was a realist, although for myself I suppose I’m a misanthropist, meaning: a loner, recluse, cynic malcontent with the world, but Pessimist? I don’t get it. Well I guess I will live with it, and be unpolished for a while, the Man of Woe, that is me. The telegram said, they liked the draft, but I needed to take all the gloom out of it. That is like saying your mother passed away, and at the funeral, you’re not allowed to give her deep sympathy, or allowed to say out loud her name, or in this case for me to print the gloom of the world at hand. The Will of the world is dead! Life is a despair, the only victory in life is war. And the victim is never wrong because if you tell him so, you’re one dead duck, along with the many.

The last publisher out of forty, said I only saw misery and unrest in the world. Somehow life left scars and deep reservoirs, but I made them too deep. He said I said ‘Life was meaningless,’ I didn’t say that, I’ll have to write him back, tell him, I said, ‘The world lived as if life was meaningless,’ no I said, I think I said, ‘nothingness,’ that ‘the world took on the spell of no certain faith, an old religion of nihilism is taking place, that life has gone out of the soul.

After reading his comments it struck me, ‘when I had young eyes like the publisher, for he’s only 27-years old, and I’m 68-years old, he sees the world with young eyes, he can’t see beyond the dimness of today, us older ones no longer can. I know he mocks me as a dimwit, living in the past, but it is the present I am talking about in the book, and future: the ruin, man has caused the world, is not that the roof is falling in. I’d like to call him up and talk to him. Maybe go see him, or have him see me, convince him the world needs my book, it is like a gospel, per near, a gospel of doom! I know Mr. Christion Durant, laughs at me, and if I call him he’ll say “Mr. Solomon Salem, I had a busy morning in my office, I’m in a good humor, don’t wreck the day for me, I’m too tired to fight, we’re not going to publish your rot.”

The previous publisher, for him it was regrettable, he agreed- “… but people do not think the way I think,” to his mind anyhow. Did he take a survey? No! Did he read ‘The Epic of Gilgamesh,’ or Achebe, or ‘The Trial,’ or ‘The Castle,’ or ‘Sentimental Education’ or Virgil, or ‘Hamlet’ or ‘Moby-Dick` or ‘Metamorphoses’: no, no, no, but they all have gloominess to them. How about Faust or Voltaire? No, no, no, again gloominess. For him there is no calamity at the tip of the horizon, no nuclear clock three minutes to midnight, he lives blind in a foxhole.

When I got home last night I noticed a pile of bills on my floor, the mailman’s too lazy to put them in the mailbox, instead of the door slot, that’s for when I’m on a trip, and I haven’t taken one for six years. This mailman’s a new one, he’s older than I, or looks older, with his wrinkles on his face swaying like masts in the offing.

By the time I reached the restaurant, ‘The Chef’ off Payne Avenue and West Seventh Street, my little apartment, two rooms on York Street not far off, just a little walk, no so much an unusual place, more on the order of a greasy-spoon place, with heavy waitresses with loose aprons and bulging pouches, where white haired men eat, and hopefuls with no sympathetic view on life go. I was still feeling badly about the previous turndown of my MS, but Christion Durant was on my brain now. Yet, oddly enough, so much alike they both are. I thought everyone had a view on the chaos going on in the world, did not Aristotle say, “We are all political Animals,” and did not Pope Francis quote that quote to Mr. Donald Trump concerning the wall he wanted to narrow the gap between the overflow of Mexicans sneaking into the United States. I guess my view on it was what Confucius, said: “For a wise man should know what he knows and what he doesn’t know.”

I like them both, but I wonder if Confucius should have changed his maxim to: “A wise man should know what he knows, and not pretend to know what he doesn’t know.”

“The Regular,” I told the fat waitress, with heavy-duty varicose-veins, it’s a crying shame, her insurance policy here doesn’t pay for them to be taken care of, and evidently they don’t. Just then a man came in who lives in the bottom apartment of my four-plex building. He’s 93-years old, he said he sold furs in his younger days.

“Hello,” he said, waves; I give him a wave back.

Mr. Christion Durant, should know evil is not blind, only hope and those like Russia, and Putin, and al-Assad in Syria, and the Islamic State, and North Korea’s head honcho, China likewise, they are all brooding over owning more of the earth.

To know them you got to know their fathers and mothers, because they get their temper from their father, and their good sense and intellect from the mother. The world lives in half-truths, like dreaming, if they put it all together, they’d have a heart attack. But what is stronger than the temper or the good sense or intellect? That is what my book is about, ‘The Will’. Why the world is falling apart. Why people put-up with living an unbearable life, a burdensome life. That’s why I live by myself, short-tempered and all, and live a challenging-like life, it takes guts to do that. Not mouth-guts, like the politicians, but gut-guts, it takes a strong Will.

I still don’t know if I should call him. I didn’t know until recently my book produced such a bad impression on him of me.

I have two sons and two daughters, seldom seen, all out of wedlock, one of the daughters has what I have, that is above ‘Will’ not so much intelligence perhaps, but the will covers that all up! Her husband just died, and she’s survived it quit well. She is not in touch with the pretense of the world. She’s not gloomy, and cynical, or suspicious. Or obsessed with fears, and evils, or fancies.

It is an effort thinking all these things out, the old man, the fur man, looking my way, smiling. Hair loose, flying to and fro, he sits under a fan, to cool his ordinary body, and life, and he laughs happily as if he told himself a joke. I’d bet he’d agree with my book to be.

I sleep with a gun under by bed, and I hate noise, it is unbearable, but those with less mental capacity, they can endure noise it doesn’t torture them, for intellectuals, it does, the knocking, hammering of neighbors, loud music, that base thumping, all torment.

I remember once my boy, one of the twins questioned me on if I had any friends? Not one single friend. A lot of acquaintances, but I’d not call them friends. Between him and them, resides infinity. And I’m immune to political protest and nationalistic fevers. What is so outrageous, so absurd, and so egotistic of this? I can sleep well, I know my prayers are heard by God.

I shall name my manuscript, ‘The Dark Side of the Riddle,’ because there is a double riddle in the book, perhaps triple. And what is a riddle but a puzzle if not a question, and mystery, a challenge for the world to find.

II

It was a struggle waking up this Saturday morning, full of sweat and bad odor; I looked out the window, and saw some joggers, and the breakfast sign on at ‘the Chef` café, up the street. I wanted to get into the shower, and not be troubled with breakfast. I wanted to call Christion Durant, tell him I got a name for the manuscript. I had to get up out of bed slowly, my head always hurts if it is too fast, I wanted a cigarette, but I had quite for 32-years, it seemed like the bitter taste would wake me better, but that was out of the question. I went and got into the shower, I do a lot of thinking in the shower sometimes.

I realized the MS attracted little attention for Christian, and his publishing house, but in my last of several letters I let him know he should publish it for humanitarian reasons. And he wrote me back, “Use it for waste paper.” But I knew he didn’t mean it. Oh, he also said, remember, “If a demon looks like a demon inside your book (somewhat… quoting Confucius, I believe, misquoting him… ), then it is a demon, but somehow you expect an angel of God to come out of it, I think either the demon or the angel needs help, and you have to iron that part out! The book is hollow, and on a collision course.”

The only thing I could tell him, and I’m not going to, but if I did I’d say: ‘Like it or not a man must be humanistic in general, and I can’t take your comments serious, perhaps I’m too alien for contemporaries, knowing what I wrote, is what mankind has turned down in place of chaos, for he knows at large, man knows at large-even if only in the unconscious, he is the fox being hunted. And who are the hunters?’

I picked up a letter the mailman left on the floor. It read from Mr. Durant, “You are deaf to your audience, because you cannot see no one applauding, can you, yet you persist in us publishing your rot? Tell me what is in your book to applaud?”

How can he talk like that to me! Here is an editor who wrote at one time and could not sell, so he took a job editing books to judge them for his publisher. A judge with less applause than me. The poorest of the players! The only thing his job does is raise his ego, and rejecting my MS, was a short cut to his compensation for his absence of fame.

In other words, Christion knows my MS reads like the Torah, a doomsday Torah, but all thinking people must find seclusion, and for that reason I cannot go knocking on his door. But I’ll stop giving lectures at the University, I can survive on the revenue of my mother left me, she left me quite an investment in apartments.

III

There are a few areas, dark areas I never cared to expose. And a few days after Mr. Durant’s last letter, I’ve decided that this phase of my life, at this old age, it was time to; of course that is why I wrote the book, but Durant I doubt read it. Nonetheless as time goes by, it must be written or talked about and he is the last one I want to send my MS to. I can feel his aversion, and it has no substance, his resistance is pride. I was hardly conscious of this before, before this morning, I must have thought it in my head last night, vague as I remember. I will rename my book “The World’s Dark Soul”. A new name for an old book. I don’t want to leave home today, I want to write him a letter, or talk to him. But I don’t like eating in, too many cockroaches, rats and mice, flies and spiders, mosquitos. I’m no house clearer that’s for sure. Where is the Argentine wine?

I guess I’ll go to the bar, the “Do Drop Inn,” it’s a ways away, but I can take a bus.

Fill the glass up please!

“Why,” asked the waitress, “every time you come here you order a glass of wine, and leave one glass empty?

“A good question, not sure if you are too noisy or not, but I’ll tell you way! I’m going to fill that second glass up, whenever I come here, and not hear anyone complain about world events, and war, and the shape of girls, and gambling, and drugs, and guns, and drinking too much, and expect a change to occur by not facing the issues, they are complaining about. I see when I came in, you had a grin on your face, now you answer me why?”

“It wasn’t a grin, I’ve read several of your articles in the newspapers, and on the internet, a few in magazines, and you’re a real thinker?”

“Really! So you don’t think I have a dark soul, that I’m eccentric, write with peculiarities.”

“I didn’t say that, but what you write is always interesting.”

“Interesting. Does that mean, pretentious jargon?”

“What does that mean?”

“Conceited nonsense!”

“Oh now, you write in riddles!”

Just then the postman came in.

“Mr. Salam, I have your mail, take it here and you’ll save me the climb up your stairs.”

And he handed me a letter from the publisher, Mr. Durant, as Susie poured me my third glass of wine.

“Good or bad news,” asked Susie.

“My book just got accepted for publication!”

“You should call and thank your publisher!” said Susie.

“I have nothing to say to him, verbally. Although I shall be writing him quite soon enough, anyhow.”

IV

When I got home, it was quite late, and the phone was ringing. I answered it, it was Mr. Durant on the other end.

“Mr. Salam, I have now read your whole book complete, cover to cover as they say, and I want to know what the riddle is, the so called Chinese puzzle, its terminology seems to have blurred that area up for me. I assume you got my letter.”

“Well, it’s about time you read it, and I suppose I can try to put it in a nutshell for you, if you can take my conception of the world, with a black frankness?”

“Shoot, I mean go ahead, I’m not that closed mind.” Replied Durant.

“It’s only a 125-pages, but no time can be more favorable than now in which God sees the world in a shamefully misused way, and indeed may look the other way as He did at 9/ll. Leaders worldwide, only wish to further their own objectives over the masses, the political arena is a bullring. There is nobody to oppose them, but God Himself. These present-day leaders indeed wish to live it up, with power and greed and have special rules for them, and for us, obedient to their rules however they make them up, and they make them up at any unused moment. It is impossible that we have not adopted-or better put, approved the demon for the past 50-years to guide our societies. That truth will come quietly and modestly to the surface only to have a short lived life. Truth is no longer nobler than recognition, favoritism; they should go hand in hand. And truth today is what the people want it to be, not what it is.”

“Well, what is the riddle,” asked Mr. Durant.

“I must answer with hypocritical humility, and first I’ll give you an example, then the maxim, if you don’t mine. Would you build a library underground next to a neighbor’s garden and not expect him to water it, thus, not waterproofing your library, which should be a must. Should it not? (Durant didn’t answer, as if waiting for the punch line) I’ll answer it for you, no you would not. If you did, you’d be a dumb head, or drumhead for someone to beat there drum sticks on. Now for the second part, ‘Out of darkness comes light,’ evidently you did not see that. In our world today of over seven-billion, we all speak not as if the other guy or gal doesn’t exist, we act as we are separated from our one united human race, as being the only one that counts in the human race. God hates indifference.”

Asked the publisher “What does this light say about all of this?”

“To accept the external world as real, and don’t put your worse foot forward. Attack materialism, and nihilism. The most vital part of the light is God. Stop trying to explain God as matter, because we only see things as matter through the mind. There is a door, there is God, and there is a key, and he has it in his palm, it is to the entrance of the external world. Check out the Book of Isaiah. The crust of the earth, is much like the crust of the mind, there is much underneath it. Actually, here is where the vital resources resides.

“Are you aware, the ‘Will’ is stronger than the guide, if you are its master?”

“Now what does that mean,” asked Durant, “I read something on that in the book!”

“It means just what it means, that if the world cannot find a reason to stop the chaos, it is obvious they have found reasons and enough reasons, because they want it. Sometimes logic is useless, and useless knowledge becomes a form of income. This is the sum of my riddle, and of course the end, being the ‘Will’ or third part of the riddle, to do what has to be done, the world does not have the Will.”

“You didn’t answer your answer complete?” exclaimed the publisher, “We’ll publish your book, but to be frank I think the stupidest men in the world get their foxy words to have multi meanings, and our Board thought your book held some value, because of that.”

“Let me explain, once and for all Mr. Durant: Character resides in the ‘Will,’ not intellect, and this ‘Will,’ has eight wings: ambition, demand, determination, resolve, motivation, backbone, longing, hope against hope (God), and this is what the world lacks, Will!”

V

Said Mr. Durant, “I did like your last chapter in the book, may I read it to you?”

“If you must,” I told him, although I wrote it, and knew what it said, but how can you refuse or argue with the man who just said, ‘I’ll publish the darn book!’ as if he was unwilling, and the Board of Directors made him do so.

“Okay,” said Mr. Durant, “last chapter: ‘War, Effect and Will’ goes on to say, ‘… there is a power within us, in all living things, and this power rises in every living thing: plants, planets, animals, men, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe. It is the Will, at work, its determination to survive, the instinct to carry on, and that demands balance, geometry, without it the universe and man would produce only chaos, and have ended long ago. So God constructed one and all to be guided by this, or meet its end; that is to say, if it is entirely without this.

‘Will and intellect, put together, says, the elephant will not cross the weak bridge; it foresees the effect. The world today is the elephant without Will or intellect, it is crossing the bridge, at its own peril. Without regard for anybody or anything. The Will, is not there. Perhaps I can say, there is only the intellect at work, it maybe so, that man sees the fall but knows he’ll be dead by the time its impact hits him. So why not allow it, dead is dead to him; out of sight, out of mind. So he allows the fall by apathetic reasoning.

‘The Will, is of course, the power to live, want to live, the man above, knows he has lived his maximum, of life, so indifference sets in, he only cares how dear life is to him, not all living things. So in silence he bides his time.

‘Culture to him has less value than an ounce of copper or zinc. Even the living toads found in limestone share in the eternal enemy called death. And do not mistreat their environment, they understand reproduction.

‘The Will, is independent of knowledge. In a way it works blindly. For a person with a strong will, it is life sustaining. A low background means nothing to him or her. He or she will make it. All the organs inside this person will follow the Will. And forgo knowledge, he knows the Will is the principle form which all living things proceed; s/he knows because they know. They may not know why the moon circles the earth and the earth circles the sun, and the nine planets in their orbit, circle the solar system, and that the universe moves as does, and the galaxy’s, inside the universe, move, and what a supernova is, or the forces of gravity at the edges of a black hole have to pull those old suns into its breadbasket, but Will tells them, they don’t have to know. God balanced it all out for them.

‘Chaos, the unbalanced world among man, causes war. If man is not at peace with his neighbor, it is a cause for war, and the end of peace. In the 21st Century war means the end of our species; we will be sent back to the Stone Age, by duped politicians. We have seen recently in 100-years: WWI, 8-million people died. WWII, 80-million people died. Three wars in Israel. Two wars in Iraq. Two wars in Asia, the Koreas, and Vietnam, 3-million lives taken (the war I was in), and war in Afghanistan, and the war in Libya, and now in Syria, that has taken in four years, and 250,000 lives. At any given time, per near 25% of the world is at war. Russia has had three wars in the last decade; and Africa is become a war zone. Russia has even hinted they’d use nuclear arms if need be with Ukraine. North Korea boast of the H-bomb, and says it can target America, South Korea, and Japan. Iran has a working nuclear plant, convincing Obama it is for peaceful reasons when they have the 5th largest oil reserves in the world, who he thinks he’s kidding, when we all know they have sworn to eradicate Israel with it, as has Hamas, who leads the Palestinians.

‘The impulse for war among some nations is as strong as the impulse to have sex. We’ve allowed certain individuals-like leaves on an evil tree-to grow wild, unaccountable to the world order, Obama being the worse of the guardians of the world, since America is the so called watchdog. This allowance, will castrate the world, if we do not cut down the tree of evil, or at least, deaden those harmful leaves, before it ends our species.”‘

#5087/2-21 & 22-2016 / Copyright © 2/2016 by Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. H.c.

Willis Newton Interview – 1979

Willis Newton was the longest living Texas outlaw who robbed more than 80 banks and trains. He and his outlaw gang robbed more than Jessie James, the Daltons, and all of the rest of the Old West outlaws-combined. Their biggest haul occurred in 1924 when they robbed a train outside of Rondout, Illinois-getting away with $3,000,000. They still hold the record for the biggest train robbery in U.S. history.

In 1979, I interviewed Willis Newton at his home in Uvalde, Texas. A few months later the outlaw died at age 90.

When I stepped up and knocked on Willis Newton’s door there was no response. After a minute I heard a raspy growl, “It’s open. Come on in.”

Stepping inside the rundown clapboard house with the unkempt yard, I saw a small, withered looking old man glaring at me from his rocking chair. “What the hell do you want?”

“Mr. Newton, I am the guy that called you yesterday and wanted to ask you some questions.”

“I ain’t talking to no one about my life. I’m going to sell that to Hollywood for a bunch of money.”

I knew then that doing an interview with the old outlaw was going to be a tough nut to crack. As best I could, I reminded him of our phone conversation on the previous day when I asked him to provide me with some details on how to rob a bank or a train. I told him I was writing a paperback novel (which was true) and that I needed some help in portraying a factual description of how the robberies took place (which was also true). After a few moments of consideration, he gestured to a chair in the small living room and agreed to answer “just a few questions.”

In contrast to the chilly weather outside, it was hot and stuffy in his cluttered living room-being heated by a small gas wall heater. I quickly unloaded my tape recorder and after a brief conversation with Willis, handed him the microphone. I asked him how to stage a bank hold up and what was involved in robbing a train. Then like turning on a wind-up toy, Willis essentially started telling me his life’s story. From time to time, I managed to get in additional questions but for the most part he rattled off the well-practiced accounts of his life in machine gun fashion-rationalizing everything he had done, blaming others for his imprisonments, and repeatedly claiming that he had only stolen from “other thieves.”

I had no idea what to expect when I stepped into his little house that day but what I encountered was the quintessence of the criminal mind. Everything he had done was justified by outside forces, “Nobody ever give me nothing. All I ever got was hell!” As I listened in rapt attention, he sat center stage speaking in a high-pitched raspy voice, pontificating on an assortment of subjects of his choosing. Lacing his speech with large quantities of profanities, vulgarities and racial slurs, Willis was quite articulate in telling his stories – a master of fractured grammar. At times he would slip into mythological story telling mode where he would talk of killing rabbits and camping out while on the run from lawmen. Then with a little prodding he would return to the basic facts of his story.

In the process, he told me how he was raised as a child and how he was first arrested for a crime “that they knowed I didn’t do.” He went into detail about his first bank holdup, how he “greased” a safe with nitroglycerine, robbed trains, and evaded the lawmen that came after him. Willis described the Texas bank robberies in Boerne, San Marcos, New Braunfels, and Hondo (two in one night). He also related the double bank robbery in Spencer, Indiana and proceeded to give accounts of bank robberies in a multitude of other states.

Eventually he recounted the events of the Toronto Bank Clearing House robbery in 1923 and finally the great train robbery outside of Rondout, Illinois, where he and his brothers got away with $3,000,000 in cash, jewelry, and bonds. He went into great detail about the beatings he and his brothers took from the Chicago police when they were later captured. As he told the story his face reddened and his voice rose to a pitched screech until he had to pause to catch his breath. Then lowering his voice he described how he managed to negotiate a crafty deal with a postal inspector for reduced prison sentences for himself and his brothers by revealing where the loot was hidden.

He told about his prison years at Leavenworth and his illegal businesses he ran in Tulsa, Oklahoma, after he got out of prison in 1929. He complained bitterly about being sent back to prison in McAlester, Oklahoma, for a bank robbery “they knowed I didn’t do,” in Medford.

After returning to Uvalde, Texas, following his release from prison, Willis swore that he “never had no trouble with the law after that.” When I asked him about his elderly brother’s botched bank robbery in Rowena, Texas, in 1968, he exploded, “They tried to get me as the get-away driver but hell, I was in Laredo, over 400 miles away! I had 12 witnesses that said I was there the night old Doc and R.C. got caught.”

At the end of the interview, I asked him to comment on the Rondout loot buried in Texas by his brother, Jess. He said he knew where it was buried-just not exactly where because “Jess was whiskey-drunk when he hid it.” Looking at the frail aged man dressed in a frayed union suit and a pair of stained pants, Willis did not appear to have any loot left from any of his robberies; although, locally it was rumored that from time to time he would spend money that appeared to have been printed during the ’20s or ’30s.

Finally, I turned off the tape recorder and thanked him for helping me with the details I needed for my paperback Western. Returning to my car, my mind was awhirl with the stories I had just heard. The thought of writing a book on the old outlaw had never crossed my mind and I was very sincere in telling him I was a fiction writer and not a biographer. But what a story he told!

The following week I put the cassette tapes in a safety deposit box thinking the information might be useful for a future writing project. A few years later, I transcribed the tapes, added my notes and filed the interview away. Then while working on another book I came across the interview file and knew I had to write his story-but the complete story, not just what Willis had told me in the interview. As I found out this was a much bigger project than I had anticipated. I tracked down several hundred newspaper and magazine articles on Willis and his brothers, court records and police reports. Then, where I could, I interviewed the few remaining people who actually knew and had first-hand knowledge of Willis Newton.

Along the way, I unearthed some startling evidence that dispelled the myth that Willis and his brothers had never killed anyone in the commission of their numerous crimes. This is the first time that this fact has been brought to light.

When I had finished the research, I knew I could write his story. With some minor editing, culling some of the blatant racial references and over abundances of profanities, I tried to keep his words to me intact. I do not espouse demeaning racial terms regarding any ethnicity of people-whether it is the Irish, Jewish, Hispanic, African, Italian, or other deprecated populaces.

In a few instances, I had to restructure his accounts for clarity. He spoke in a rapid fire jailhouse prose using a wide range of criminal jargon that sometimes was difficult to follow. Wherever possible I strove to retain his colorful phraseology, using the common expressions of the day.

In writing the Willis Newton book, I omitted most of his repeated self-justification for his actions in which he took great pains to paint himself as a gallant criminal-in the Robin Hood vein. It is true that he robbed from the rich but he gave very little to the poor. In a few of his accounts, he did describe giving the “hard money” (silver coin) to some poor and downtrodden farmer that had helped him. In addition, he repeated the idea that he never meant to harm anyone in the robberies; “all we wanted was the money.” There is no doubt that Willis Newton was shaped and stamped by the rough economic conditions of the southwest in the late 1890s and early twentieth century. Yet at the same time, there were hundreds of thousands of other people that strived to work hard and become solid citizens of their communities. It was his choice to go after the “easy money.”

In poring over hundreds of newspaper reports and magazine articles, I was struck with how much of the story varied with what Willis had told me, sometimes substantially. At the same time I found that the newspapers, in their rush to get their story out, misspelled names, got their facts wrong, under or over estimated dollar amounts of loot taken, and had a very difficult time keeping the Newton brothers’ names straight-Willis and Wylie (aka Willie or Doc) dealt them fits.

A few weeks before Willis Newton died, he was admitted to the hospital in Uvalde, Texas for tests on a multitude of physical problems. After he had been there a several days, I went by his room and visited the old outlaw. I knocked on his door and he managed a weak, “Come on in.”

When I entered his room, I saw a very emaciated version of what I had seen in March of that year. Rail thin and covered with a crimson rash on his legs, Willis cocked his head sideways and demanded, “Who are you?”

I politely reminded him that we had talked at his home earlier and that he had given me advice on robbing banks and trains. He nodded his head and stared up at the ceiling, “Yeah, I remember now.”

I told him I was sorry to see him ailing and in pain. He responded by saying, “Yeah, I’m headed to the bar ditch. The doctor says everything’s gone crazy inside of me. I know I’m a goner and wish I could kill myself but I can’t, ’cause I still got my mind. Only crazy people kill themselves but I ain’t crazy.”

Realizing that his time was about up I asked him if he had any regrets or was sorry for anything he had done in his life. He cocked his head sideways and raised his head up off of the pillow glaring at me. “Hell no,” he screeched at me. “I’d still be doing them things but my body’s done played out on me. If I was 20 years younger, I’d be running guns across the border into Mexico and bringing drugs back! Nobody’s ever give me nothing but hell and I ain’t ashamed of anything I done!”

So much for contrition and redemption.

I did not know how to respond and remained quiet. After a moment he stared at the ceiling again and added, “The only thing I’m sorry about is that $200,000 those cowards left in that bank when they got spooked. They said, ‘We’ve got $65,000 in bonds and we’re getting out before we get caught.’ Hell, we left $200,000 just sitting there on that counter. Damn shame, I told them I always wanted it all!”

The next day they moved Willis to a hospital in San Antonio where he died on August 22, 1979. Fierce and defiant to the bitter end he died the way he had lived-as an outlaw.

During my 1979 interview with Willis he went into great detail about the times he had spent in jail or prison. In describing his first prison time he said, “I was jailed for 22 months and 26 days and then sent to Rusk (prison) for two years. Every son of a bitch knowed I was innocent. They knowd I didn’t break no law!” Then over the years he spent over 20 years incarcerated in some type of penal confinement. I never got to ask him the question: was it worth it?

My guess the answer would have been a resounding, “Hell yes!”

Spending a fourth of your 90 years of life behind bars hardly seems worth it to me.

As I left Willis Newton’s hospital room for the last time I spotted his physician who was a personal friend of mine. I asked him about Willis’ condition and he confirmed what I had been told by the dying man. Then with a twinkle in his eye he asked if I wanted to see an X-ray of Willis’ spine.

Sure, I had no idea what to expect.

We went to a nearby viewing room and he slapped a film on the lighted viewing board. There was a very distinct spot located near the spinal column. “That’s a German Luger slug he’s been carrying around for about 30 years. Some old boy shot him up in Oklahoma.”

As I gazed at the image, the physician concluded by saying, “And damned if that old outlaw isn’t going to be buried with it!”

I guess you could say it was a fitting eulogy-of sorts.

The Online Game Industry is an Excellent Way to Study the Economics of Fun

While scientists developed sensory-input devices to mimic the sensations of a virtual world, the games industry eschewed this hardware-based approach in favour of creating alternative realities through emotionally engaging software. “It turns out that the way humans are made, the software-based approach seems to have much more success,” writes Edward Castronova in an illuminating guide to these new synthetic worlds.

Millions of people now spend several hours a week immersed in “massively multiplayer online role-playing games” (MMORPGs). These are often Tolkienesque fantasy worlds in which players battle monsters, go on quests, and build up their virtual power and wealth. Some synthetic worlds are deliberately escapist; others are designed to be as lifelike and realistic as possible. Many have a strong libertarian bent. Sociologists and anthropologists have written about MMORPGs before, but Mr Castronova looks at the phenomenon from a new perspective: economics.

Mr Castronova’s thesis is that these synthetic worlds are increasingly inter-twined with the real world. In particular, real-world trade of in-game items, swords, gold, potions, or even whole characters is flourishing in online marketplaces such as eBay. World of Warcraft Gold, EQ2 Gold, DAOC Plat [http://www.favgames.com/daoc/daoc.php] and other game currencies have been traded in dedicated webstores for many years. This means in-game items and currency have real value. In 2002, Mr Castronova famously calculated the GNP per capita of the fictional game-world of “EverQuest” as $2,000, comparable to that of Bulgaria, and far higher than that of India or China. Furthermore, by “working” in the game to generate virtual wealth and then selling the results for real money, it is possible to generate about $3.50 per hour.

Companies in China pay thousands of people, known as “farmers”, to play MMORPGs all day, and then profit from selling the in-game goods they generate to other players for real money.

Land and other in-game property has been sold for huge sums. In some Asian countries, where MMORPGs are particularly popular, in-game thefts and cheats have led to real-world arrests and legalaction. In one case in South Korea, the police intervened when a hoard of in-game money was stolen and sold, netting the thieves $1.3m. In-game money is, in short, no less real than the dollars and pounds stored in conventional bank accounts.

Virtual economies are an integral part of synthetic worlds. The buying and selling of goods, as the game’s inhabitants go about their daily business, lends realism and vibrancy to the virtual realm. But in-game economies tend to be unusual in several ways. They are run to maximise fun, not growth or overall wellbeing. And inflation is often rampant, due to the convention that killing monsters produces a cash reward and the supply of monsters isunlimited in many games. As a result, the value of in-game currency is constantly falling and prices are constantly rising.

Mr Castronova’s analysis of the economics of fun is intriguing. Virtual-world economies are designed to make the resulting game interesting and enjoyable for their inhabitants. Many games follow a rags-to-riches storyline, for example. But how can all the players end up in the top 10%? Simple: the upwardly mobile human players need only be a subset of the world’s population. An underclass of computer-controlled “bot” citizens, meanwhile, stays poor for ever. Mr Castronova explains all this with clarity, wit and a merciful lack of academic jargon.

Some of his conclusions may sound far-fetched. In particular, he suggests that as synthetic worlds continue to grow in popularity, substantial numbers of people will choose to spend large parts of their lives immersed in them. Some players could then fall victim to what Mr Castronova calls “toxic immersion”, in which their virtual lives take precedence, to the detriment of their real-world lives.

But perhaps this is not so implausible. It is already possible to make a living by working in a virtual world, as the “farmers” demonstrate. In one survey, 20% of MMORPG players said they regarded the game world as their “real” place of residence; Earth is just where they eat and sleep. In July, a South Korean man died after a 50-hour MMORPG session. And the Chinese government has recently tried to limit the number of hours that can be spent playing MMORPGs each day.

As technology improves, players could make enough money to pay for the upkeep of their real-world bodies while they remain fully immersed in the virtual world. Mr Castronova is right when he concludes that “we should take a serious look at the game we have begun to play.”

Time Crystals and Society

The people appointed by governments to look after infectious diseases include highly trained epidemiologists. They have identified the existence of what they refer to as a global 3D epidemic transmitted by the mass manufacture of dysfunctional communication and information devices. They have no antidote to the sociological damage that the epidemic is causing. Not one of them could find a place in the United Nations to discuss an antidote to this neurological disorder, which leads to continual warfare on earth. As a result, despite years of endless United Nations meetings, resolutions and emotional expressions of moral outrage, the epidemic spreading across the planet is getting worse.

No apology is made for not writing about this subject in the language of incomprehensible, dysfunctional peer reviewed, technological scientific jargon. Papers of great importance related to various aspects of it do indeed exist. Modern science, in its euphoric lust for power, prestige and violence is simply unable and unwilling to comprehend its overall human survival implications. To the best of my knowledge there are no peer reviewed papers written about the crucial substance of this article. Its ethos is ‘For the People by the People’, which embraces humans as belonging to one species rather than various tribes dedicated to imposing scientific violence upon each other.

The antidote to the dysfunctional information epidemic has actually been discovered and internationally recognized. It is beyond the primitive understanding of the prevailing global scientific death cult, which is governed by a law demanding the extinction of all life in the universe – the second law of thermodynamics.

It is common knowledge that religious or bureaucratic persuasions written into political law direct the ethos of nationalistic governmental scientific research. If the living process belongs instead to an infinite fractal mathematical logic linked to artistic emotion then prevailing science and religion will only allow vague glimpses of its intuitive reality. If one carefully watches the brilliant documentary by Arthur C Clarke entitled ‘The Colours of Infinity’ both Clarke and Benoit Mandelbrot, acclaimed as the discoverer of infinite fractal logic, exclude humanity from any infinite purpose. However, The NASA High Energy Project has published papers by Petar Grujic, Science Advisor to the Belgrade Institute of Physics, showing that ancient Greek science had linked the living process to concepts of an infinite fractal universe.

The dysfunctional information epidemic ignores such living infinite information. It is only interested in prolonging the tribal ‘survival of the fittest’ paradigm for the benefit of government by the wealthy. Plutocracies around the world play dysfunctional financial poker-machine-like games of war to supposedly protect the people they represent from falling under the control of foreign governments.

In simplistic terms, the mathematical programming within electromagnetic gambling devices (i.e. poker machines) are designed to cause states of eventual financial and moral bankruptcy. They use sound and colour vibrations capable of inducing illusory heroin-like addictions to bring bankruptcies about. Global stock markets over time can be observed to record that such financial war games are using dysfunctional mathematical deceit to outwit their competitors.

The ancient Greek political ‘Science for ethical ends’ on the other hand, developed a concept of evolution using the mathematics now associated with the creation of the time crystal. The mathematical movement of the 28 day moon cycle was thought to explain the emotional female fertility rhythm. This harmonic ‘Music of the Spheres’ movement resonated with the atoms of a mother’s spirit to generate the ethics of her love and care for children. Her joy at anticipating artistic colourful costumes for her children is very real and can be shared with family and friends. This can be contrasted to the unreal hallucinatory joy associated with the mathematical deceit programmed into the poker-machine.

The ancient political science was to guide ennobling government for the health of an infinite universe, in order to prevent the extinction of civilization. That ideal about universal health is consistent with a futuristic medical science employing infinite fractal mathematics, rather than the prevailing primitive death cult mathematics, which demands that our evolutionary process must lead only to extinction.

During the 1980s Australian Science-Art researchers used the ancient Greek infinity mathematics to become the first institute in the world to measure the existence of the life-force. They programmed a computer to generate simulations of seashell growth and development through a period of 50 million years. The evolutionary seashell mathematics matched exactly with the mathematics written into the seashell fossil record. In 1990 the world’s largest technological research institute, IEEE in Washington, published their findings as being one of the important optical mathematical discoveries of the 20th Century, placing it alongside such names as Louis Pasteur and Francis Crick.

Scientists, infected by our science of dysfunctional information, were unable to even begin to comprehend that the evolutionary mathematical writing within the world’s seashell fossil record had been written by the living creature within the shell. It was not difficult to demonstrate that the modern scientific mind was infected with some emotional form of cancer, preventing any attempt to gain a mental visualization of infinite reality. This cancer is religious in nature. Permission from a chosen deity to obtain knowledge of infinity results in deadly conflict between and within differing tribal ideologies capable of leading to world war.

All this confusion can be resolved quite quickly by programming a computer to entangle death cult science with the antidote information in order to obtain scientific human survival blueprint simulations. In 1974 the founder of the American National Foundation for Cancer Research, the Nobel Laureate in Medicine, Szent-Gyorgyi, wrote his ‘Letter to Science’ explaining that the prevailing method of assessing scientific research was in itself a form of neurological cancer.

Proof exists that Szent-Gyorgyi was correct in stating that modern scientific research comprehension is carcinogenic in nature. If you replace the ancient infinite mathematics belonging to the seashell discovery with sterile quantum mechanical mathematics within a computer, the futuristic simulations become distorted, clearly depicting the nature of cancerous growth and development. Szent-Gyorgyi’s cancer research together with the Australian seashell discoveries was an important step toward the discovery of the antidote for the dysfunctional information epidemic.

The recent creation of time crystals, a completely new form of matter, by Harvard University physicists and a University of Maryland research team, was recently published by the scientific journal Nature. The mysterious nature of time crystals was predicted in 2012 by the Nobel Laureate, Frank Wilczek. At an atomic scale the newly created time crystals function outside the law upholding our prevailing understanding of reality – the second law of thermodynamics.

However, the time crystals’ discovery, as a display of incredible scientific brilliance is associated with an extremely serious problem, one that surely warrants further critical scientific examination. The creation of time crystals was heralded by the emotional proclamation that Issac Newton’s world-view had been destroyed. From the perspective of our prevailing science this appears obvious, however, it is simply incorrect. Newton, in his published 28th Query Discussions, stated categorically that his non-mechanical description of the universe was derived from ancient Greek Science. That ancient ‘Science for ethical ends’ is compatible with the reality of the atomic time crystal.

The magnitude of this erroneous information is enormous. Newton wrote that the mass of bodies in space does not cause gravity and that those who taught this were advocating a pretentious illusory version of reality. The Church did not tolerate any other examination of infinite reality than its incomprehensible religious dogma, which Newton, a deeply religious Christian, totally despised.

It can be considered that this deceitful religious 17th Century pretense concerning gravitational force is one of the key building blocks used to develop the current 3D epidemic of dysfunctional information. However, a far more ancient use of deceitful religious mathematics emerged at the dawn of civilization in Mesopotamia. Ancient tribes fighting each other for survival needed to obey the ‘survival of the fittest’ paradigm in order to be able to evolve. Sexual excitement linked to a lust for waging war was the tribal criteria for such survival.

The ancient Sumerians used celestial movement to invent a mathematical measurement of time and direction, now used in our scientific exploration of the universe. However, their concept of infinity was religious rather that mathematical. From numerous ancient clay tablets, concepts involving various warlike gods and goddesses living within a dark abyss, declaring ‘Let there be light’ and then creating hybrid versions of humanity, exist. The concept of infinity belonged to an argument among the gods over the bestowing of immortal life to the keeper of the Ark during the Great Flood. The ancient Mesopotamian tribes had no option but to observe the ‘survival of the fittest’ paradigm. It was inevitable that existing Sumerian mathematics was also developed and placed into political law to appease their goddess of sex and war, Inanna.

The following Babylonian Kingdom developed variations of the Sumerian religious beliefs, later influencing Islamic, Hebrew and Christian religious thought. The Babylonians replaced Inanna with their goddess of prostitution and war, Ishtar. They developed the astrological Sumerian mathematics to be able to predict eclipses. One existing clay tablet records that in 673 BC, a priest advised the King to terrorize the populace by predicting a lunar eclipse. The Gods demanded this information was to be used to incite a lust for war to extend the boundaries of the kingdom.

This code of ‘survival of the fittest’ military conduct was written into their legal system, aspects of which were later inherited by Roman law, and later still within the Western legal system. During the 19th Century, the American champion of Democratic thought, Ralph Waldo Emerson, wrote that the American Plutocrats had placed aspects of Babylonian law into the structure of American politics. As a result the American people had become enslaved into a perpetual system of financial debt. His solution to this problem was to develop a new industrial technology from Sanskrit mathematics, which allowed the living process to extend to infinity.

There is no disputing the great genius of Albert Einstein nor his compassionate artistic nature. Following the disclosure of his theory of relativity early in the 20th Century he spent the rest of his life attempting to complete quantum mechanics with a living component. The heart-rending tragedy belonging to that lonely quest has been recorded. The book entitled ‘Babylonian Mythology and Modern Science’ published by the New York University’s Library of Science in 1957, stated that Einstein derived his theory of relativity from the mythological mathematical intuitions of ancient Babylon. His later work explained his attempts to modify this conviction and he spent most of his life speculating in vain on how he might embrace a living purpose to complete quantum mechanical science.

Newton’s understanding of the universe was derived from ancient Greek Science. This ancient ‘Science for ethical ends’ is compatible with the reality of the atomic time crystal. Newton was referring to the Greek concept of infinity concerning Anaximander’s infinite primordial substance, called Aperion. The philosopher of science, Karl Popper, wrote about the Apeiron concept. He stated, “In my opinion this idea of Anaximander’s is one of the boldest, most revolutionary and most portentous ideas in the whole history of human thought.”

Newton’s belief that the Greek science was authentic and that the prevailing science of his time was pretentious in assuming that the mass of bodies in space was the cause of gravitational force, is most important. It clearly demonstrates that Quantum mechanics has been based upon the false assumption that Newton’s understanding of the universe was entirely a mechanistic one. Newton considered that his balancing description of a non-mechanical cosmos was more profound than his mechanistic description of the universe. This coincides with Karl Popper’s consideration that this issue is of the utmost global importance, hence the significance of the antidote discovery.

Popper’s concept that the ancient Greek science held the most important idea in the history of the world can be explained by its definition of the nature of political evil. Within Plato’s book, The Republic, ethical political science warns that “Evil” belongs to the destructive property of unformed matter within the physical atom, which can emerge to destroy civilization. The building of the atomic bomb before the psychopathic German Third Reich did so, can be considered to be an ethical tribal necessity. However, scientists never thought about developing the ethical technologies that Platonic science had obviously alluded to. As a result the threat posed by atomic bombs has moved the Doomsday Clock a few minutes to the Doomsday hour. The creation of the atomic time crystal has now accelerated that situation. The intent to use the crystal’s functioning within the present dysfunctional science of artificial intelligence can only bring about truly catastrophic damage. It can be considered that the global neurological cancer information epidemic will go terminal unless the antidote is developed.

If the time crystal physics reality is associated with the living information and communication devices recently discovered existing throughout the entire length of the DNA, then a wonderful human evolutionary survival technology will emerge. Artificial intelligence has no history of feelings associated with the evolution of ethical atomic compassion, but the human metabolism certainly has.

Plato used mathematics to explain how artistic emotional feelings were not ethical. This was because they were lacking an ethical spiritual component. An example of what he was referring to is not difficult to find. The ancient Roman legal system held that the mathematics used to build beautiful aqueducts to bring fresh water to the citizens of Rome was its symbol of power. It was noted that it was vastly superior to the mathematics that was considered to have created useless Egyptian pyramids. The mathematics used to build the Roman Colosseum was instrumental in creating the epitome of Greek artistic culture. However, its innate neurological disease was that the Colosseum, as an artistic expression, was used to excite the populace with acts of organized sadistic behaviour. The Nazi regime associated mathematical genius with exactly the same artistic concept, using the famous Greek discus thrower statue as a symbol associated with the bringing about of World War II.

Immanuel Kant was a Founding Father of the ethical basis of the electromagnetic Golden Age of Danish Science. The antidote begins to emerge from his research into locating the electromagnetic spiritual artistic ethic sought for by Plato. Kant, along with his contemporary, Emmanuel Levinas, concluded that the artistic spiritual element that Plato sought, belonged to an infinite, ethical, universal, Godlike purpose. Both Kant and Levinas quite specifically referred to this as an evolving emotional asymmetrical electromagnetic field existing within the creative artistic mind.

History’s greatest mathematician, Georg Cantor’s mathematics now underpins most of modern science, except for one fundamental concept, for which he became history’s most vilified mathematician. From his research into ancient Greek science he considered that his infinite mathematics provided access to God’s perpetual paradise. He published his conviction that the modern scientific mind was inhabited by a “myopic fear of infinity” that denied this ethical purpose. Both the Church and famous mathematicians of his day so savagely attacked him he was admitted to hospital, where he later died of starvation. However, Cantor had one supporter, the mathematician, David Hilbert, who, whilst working with Albert Einstein, provided the necessary electromagnetic evidence that allowed the antidote to the global disinformation epidemic to be discovered.

A high resolution picture of the human cell poised to divide has been identified as being an infinite fractal mathematical expression. Epidemiologists attempting to find an antidote to the global dysfunctional information epidemic realized that Cantorian mathematical sensibility must, in some way, be involved with the healthy living process. Hilbert’s biological asymmetrical electromagnetic field during the transfer of healthy information to the replica cell, will not allow dysfunctional information from gaining access to it. As this demonstrated Cantor’s infinite mathematics as part of the living process, the epidemiologists, infected by a neurological denial of this, were unable to grasp its true significance.

In 2016 the Australian antidote discovery was presented to the pubic in Italy and Russia by Italian quantum biologists and Quantum Art International, which had shared in its relevant research since 2010. At the Russian presentation it was awarded a first prize by the World Fund for Arts. In 2017 the World Fund for Arts, under the auspices of the Russian Government, laid the foundations for further Science-Art Research. If critical international debate eventuates from that initiative, then a sustainable political science should emerge to instigate the development of a future Science-Art technology.

The nature of future technology utilising the antidote became obvious from the writings of the mathematician and electrical engineer, Charles Proteus Steinmetz. He invented the asymmetrical electromagnetic alternating current motor, the fundamental basis of the electric power industry in the United States of America. Steinmetz wrote that instead of this physical technology, a far greater one was apparent in the form of an asymmetrical electromagnetic “spiritual” technology. Steinmetz had published works about the spiritual atomic science of ancient Greece.

Salvador Dali’s eccentric and flamboyant criticisms of modern science entered the world of simple technological genius when it led to his conviction that paintings contained hidden ethical stereoscopic 3D messages. Dali actually wrote ”The discovery of invisible images certainly lies within my destiny”. Every nuance within his struggle to come to terms with that emotional conviction warrants painstaking investigation by neurological scientists familiar with Guy Deutscher’s revival of 19th Century linguistic colour perception theory. Deutscher’s 2012 book of the year entitled ‘Through the Language Glass’ revised the 19th Century linguistic colour perception theories of Wolfgang von Goethe establishing a new neurological science.

Epidemiologists need to become acquainted with Dali’s stereoscopic intuitions, constituting an evolutionary step towards the neurological visualization of reality, belonging to the world of the time crystal.

The Science-Art theories of Salvador Dali have been linked to his criticisms of the writings of some of the great scientific minds of the 19th and 20th Centuries. His investigations into political ideologies can be seen as a practical colour laboratory experimenting with Goethe’s Science of Colour. Dali’s artistic language about his feelings about art fused Freudian terminology into his own emotional feelings about the philosophy of science. Dali’s artistic stereoscopic theories were associated with Immanuel Kant’s electromagnetic theories about creative art and the existence of an infinite universal ethic inhabiting the creative mind.

The paper titled ‘The Neural Sources of Salvador Dali’s Ambiguity’ by Semir Zeki, University College London, explores the complex functioning of Dali’s mind concerning electromagnetic colour perception activity. Dali’s experimental use of two asymmetrical paintings to pursue Kant’s description of an evolving spiritual ethical asymmetrical electromagnetic field within the artistic creative mind has now been greatly developed. Australian Science-Artists discovered how to make Dali’s invisible stereoscopic inner vision much more dramatically visible to the public.

In 2002 asymmetrical electromagnetic stereoscopic glasses were patented. By viewing single paintings through those glasses, the evolutionary process of Dali’s artistic theories became undeniably apparent. The Australian research became so advanced that the visibility of 3D images apparently moving within individual paintings delivered aspects of ‘Mind over Colour Torque Forces’, of interest to engineers. They saw it as being contrary to the ‘Colour over Mind’ torque forces emanating from unethical poker-machine technology. Such concepts surely belong more to Charles Proteus Steinmetz’s far superior asymmetrical electromagnetic spiritual technology than the one ordained by our prevailing dysfunctional thermodynamic culture.

Dali’s stereoscopic art exhibitions throughout the world belong to a multi-million dollar business enterprise. If a new artistic presentation of his genius comes into existence for the general public then this will be the financial catalyst needed to usher in a multi-billion dollar human survival technology.

In 1979, the Science-Unit of Australian National Television, in its eight part scientific documentary series called ‘The Scientists – Profiles of Discovery’, predicted that this would happen. It dedicated one of the documentaries to the Australian Science-Art seashell discoveries, referring to it as “The Catalyst”.