A long sleep.

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So very hot and tired.  Then I cooled well enough.  In doing so, I fell to weakness.  Sleep was the only choice.  Not really a choice, option.  More just... a requirement.  Just getting back up the steps was difficult.  So very tired in all the ways I could be.  Still, up I went, dressing more comfortably for sleep, then down.

Like falling into a well.  Almost, initially, a claustrophobic sort of sleep.  Surrounded by it, drowning in it.  This isn't my usual sleep time.  Nor do I usually sleep that deeply.  In time, it became more comfortable, if it remained deep.  Dark, but not cold, hard, or bitter.  A much needed sleep.

I dreamed of, what I presume, Inca civilization.  I had watched a video about them, before going to sleep.  A longer one.  It was more as if I was a spirit, and watched as they started out as a people, then expanded their empire, and finally began falling apart.

If what I saw in the video, and dreamed, were true, their last full true king never even saw those who brought the disease that struck him down.  He heard, rumors of a terrible new man.  Of illness spreading.  After him, civil war to finish what the diseases brought didn't kill.  Lost, in truth, without a shot.

It was a slave culture.  Human sacrifice was a large part of it.  The cultures worked based on simple violence.  As today, to a degree, if much more nakedly. and oil, gas, and other forces do much of the slave labor rather than men, mostly.  No matter how people would wish it, the South American cultures were... for lack of a better word... natively evil.  The great ones, certainly.  Tribal groups might have been fine, enough.  If small enough.  But the larger they grew, the more evil they became.

Though their near or literal contemporaries were similar.  From Rome to Egypt, and most other places, either kings, kings and bureaucrats, backed by slave armies, ruled over the workers.  Bureaucrats, today as then, seem always to become self-serving, indulgent, brutes who hate and lose fear of those they serve.

I do not regret their destruction.  Some of what happened in their destruction should be regretted.  Slavery, of some sorts, is worth than the modern economic forms.  Refusing, as some conquistadors did, bringing them into the church so as to keep them slaves.  I get why the then popes eventually required the allowance of baptism.

Though, as with all religions which seemingly allow adherents in, it isn't always as it seems.  Even if they don't consider them fully human, they would rather receive their taxes in the form of tithes, than to leave their whole bodes as slaves to the state and it's cronies.  Not all is based on faith, or truth, but... just another form of extractions.  I've seen forms of it in every religion I have examined.  The current pope claims to be one of them, in spite of being no less Roman than most other popes.  Magic dirt doesn't work in reverse any more than it does in the obverse.

I do wonder if they, the true of their nations, consider Romans, whites, and others, as poorly as they were considered... and often still are in secret... by those who brought them in?  Then again, this has been the truth since the first popes being of Jewish origins... or what passed for it at that time.

I am quite sure some of the initial leads had great difficulty letting non-Jews in.  Probably thinking quite less of them.  There were always problems allowing the next group in.  And, it exists to this day.  A beautiful struggle, mind you.  It means growth and changed, based on hope, faith, and charity.  Of course, I have my notions.  And, yet, I am no different from the next.  All must struggle with these things.  And so it is.

What a dream though.  To see, with my own eyes pretty much.  Smell-o-vision active.  To taste the foods.  To hear the languages, for there were many at their heights.  It wasn't as bad as it might seem.  Not modern, if many modern places aren't quite what you might presume, either.  The last time I was in France, prostitutes were cleaner, and better dressed, than most typical women.  Almost leading to a... mistake.  The world isn't as one might suspect, or have been lead to believe.

Anyway... so be it.  Up, around noon.  Then some looking around.  I best feed the girls again.  Then the rabbits.  Then?  I... don't know.  A bit of relaxation through the day, after cooking myself yesterday.  It is cooler in here, if not chill.  I am so pleased I was able to wake, open up, and get some cooling in here this morning.  It was hot before I started.

It is 92 out there, but there is a haze, maybe clouds, almost a higher level fog, keeping the sun a bit at bay.  Still hot, but without the blistering sun beating down.  Just... need to wake, before getting going again.  Later.