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THE 'KNOW IT ALL'
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It is said 'in the womb, the unborn is told all the secrets of the universe'. A minute before he is born, an angel presses his finger to his lips, "shush, tell no one..." that explains the dimple we have on the upper lip, right under our nose.
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When Avinoam Beruchinn opened his eyes that morning, it was after a restless night of strange dreams. He couldn't remember them all but he did recall the last one vividly. A blazing archangel in a cloud of light had told him:
- "You wished for knowledge and you shall have it. Until sunrise tomorrow you are all knowledgeable, like the creator himself. Think of a question, put pen to paper, your hand will be guided and you'll write the answer..."
Being sceptic by nature, Avinoam opened a notebook and thought: "I wonder how many flakes are in that box of breakfast cereals?"
Immediately, his possessed hand began to write: "The box contains seven hundred and forty four whole flakes and one hundred and thirty two broken ones..." He emptied the box on the floor and counted franticly, then he recounted slowly, the answer was correct.
Being an altruist and a true humanist, the thought of asking for the winning numbers of the lottery didn't even occur to him. Instead he thought: "I will cure aids, the flu and every disease in the world. I will end hunger. I will solve global warming. I will find extraterrestrial life if it exists" His head was spinning. The more he thought of questions to ask, the more questions there were.
That's when he realised that there was a problem. One day would not suffice to write all the questions and all the answers. There had to be a quicker way to jot down the information. He put his pen to the paper and thought: "What is the shortest, most succinct, most concise written code that I can use..." His hand moved quickly and on the sheet appeared a strange alphabet, semi-short hand and hieroglyphic figures, about two hundred of them. He looked at it and was amazed. It made perfect sense, letters that were words that were sentences! It was brilliant!
So, he began asking and short-handing the answers. The mass of the universe, its age, the number of atoms in the cosmos, the chemical compound that would cure this disease or that condition. The measures to be taken to boost the world's economy, put an end to poverty, solve conflicts and end all wars.
His eyes were swimming in a white glow, the light of knowledge...
Having covered all the paper that he had in the house, he wrote on the walls and on the floor and the more he asked and the more questions there were. He was going to save the world, he was the Messiah!
The one question he forgot to ask was: "at what time will the sun rise?"
It did rise at 6:13 am and surprised him in the middle of answering the question that was to give him the key to endless renewable energy.
The light disappeared from his eyes. Bewildered, he looked at the incomprehensible symbols that filled his notebooks, his walls and his floors. He couldn't understand a word of the undecipherable gibberish though he knew what it was. Here were all the answers to all the questions written in a language that no one knew.
He sat on the floor, exhausted, and cried.
"Shush!" The angel said.