Genesis, We Begin


by Dennis Carroll

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These are accepted facts. 

One: The structures at Gobekli Tepe are at least 12,000 years old.  Located near the Turkish and Syrian borders, it is by far the oldest henge in the world.  Archeologists can only guess at its original purpose.  It has no predecessor; no known reason to exist.  It was built by hunter-gatherers.  It predates all agriculture, animal domestication and settlements. 

Two: Wheat was the first crop domesticated from wild grains.  This domestication appears to have occurred within sixty miles of Gobekli Tepe.

Coincidence?   Causal relation?   The story of Gobekli Tepe was told and retold by most early civilizations.   Stories handed down through fog and smoke, half-truths, simplifications, embellishments. 

This story is my conception of what might have historically occurred.  It is made-up, complete fiction. 

Still . . .

Genesis, We Begin

1.  Adam

He stood tall upon his rock.  Adam saw nothing on the eastern horizon but endless low, scraggly bushes.  Nothing else was expected but he knew that his constant surveillance pleased the collection of females and children under his protection.  Still a boy, he was accomplished with a spear and did well in training hunts.  His wards were safe under his watchfulness. 

Not yet being allowed to participate in a major hunt with his father, uncles, brothers and cousins did not discourage Adam.  His greatest talent was here; with his rocks.  Among his clan and among all other clans he had met, Adam was the most accomplished creator of spear heads, arrow heads, and cutting knives.  Adam could look into the rock and see the wonderful shapes hiding inside.  He knew where to tap and how hard.  He could work the stones into smooth, efficient, deadly instruments.  His spear heads and knives were desired by all who saw them.

The rock upon which he stood was his favorite source of material.  He had begun his learning here.  Barely old enough to walk, his grizzled teacher was delighted that the child took to his craft so eagerly and with skill.  His teacher had been too feeble to continue to hunt but the man had been the clan's stone cutter.  He was still useful to the clan by making sharp stones and training his replacement in his craft.  The clan always chose the rock bed as a camp location because it was easy to find plus the selection of rock for their spears was virtually unlimited, especially now that they had a master stone cutter among them.  The young boy's teacher was no longer part of the clan, however.  Eventually the teacher could not even keep up with the children and old women.  He had been given a ration of food and water and left at a camp.  There were no old man nor any remains when they returned the following year.  The boy missed his teacher.

The rock became flat by accident.  Neither the boy nor the teacher had made such a plan.  The boy simply kept cutting away the rounded top of the rock because he visualized the beautiful spear heads inside.  The boy would cut down to a certain depth and then start again at the top.  He eventually began sitting in the spot where he had cut away stone.  The area became larger.  The women eventually began sorting their herbs and seeds on the flattened portion of the rock.  He saw the females lose their seeds in the roughness of the flattened stone so he made the stone even flatter; without rough spots.  After five camps at the quarry, the boy had created a perfectly flat rock upon which to chisel his stones, upon which the women could organize their plants, and, even, eventually, upon which the hunters would butcher their prey.  The boy made larger sharpened rocks shaped to a man's hand.  These rocks increased the efficiency with which the hunters could strip the flesh from their game.

The boy considered this to be his personal rock.

2.  Vision on Stone

The boy remembered the previous hunt from this camp.  The men had returned without game.  The clan was without food.  They survived on the herbs and fruits that the women had collected during the previous season.  There was much hunger.  The weaker died.

This hunt will be different, he thought.  The boy visualized what the hunters would surely see.  He sat down upon his rock and with chisel in hand, carved a figure of an antelope into the smooth surface of the rock.  He had never seen or even thought of such a thing before but the shape of the antelope flowed from his hand through the chisel and onto the rock table.  The antelope looked alive.  He carved two more.  The boy then saw his older brother, spear in throwing position, ready to deliver the spear to the heart of the antelope.  The vision flowed into the stone table.  The boy looked at the figures and became terrified that his father would punish him for wasting time.  None-the-less, for good measure, the boy carved the figure of a fallen antelope.

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