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| Vitirified Brain From Vesuvius. Source: Gismodo.com link shown below. |
The catastrophic eruption of Mount Vesuvius nearly 2,000 years ago is famous for preserving its many victims in volcanic ash. New research suggests this preservation extends to the cellular level, owing to the apparent discovery of neurons in a victim whose brain was turned to glass during the eruption.
New research published today in PLOS One describes the discovery of neuronal tissue in vitrified brain and spinal cord remains belonging to a victim of the Mount Vesuvius eruption, which blew its stack in 79 CE.
“The discovery of brain tissue in ancient human remains is an unusual event,” Pier Paolo Petrone, a forensic anthropologist at University Federico II in Italy and the lead author of the new study, said in a press release. “But what is extremely rare is the integral preservation of neuronal structures of a 2,000-year-old central nervous system, in our case at an unprecedented resolution.”...
https://gizmodo.com/preserved-brain-tissue-found-in-victim-of-ancient-vesuv-1845252435
Now that is what I would consider the ultimate treasure find.
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Indian River County dumped too much renourishment sand, nearly 200,000 cubic yuards in front of Sexton Place and Humiston Park. The sand covered boardwalks in some places and blew onto the nearby property.
In order to stop the blowing sand they placed windscreens, which people complained, blocked the view of the ocean.
Seems they love piles of sand, or is it the tax dollars they get to spend on the projects?
Thanks to DJ for that link.
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I was watching a TV show back some time ago when one of the people on the show posed a question that stuck with me. One of the people on the show said that what he wanted to know is "if something really happened here." It seemed that all the legendary treasures that had been endlessly discussed in dramatic tones had suddenly been forgotten. But that isn't why the question surprised me.
I think I know what he meant. I don't think he really meant "something" as in "anything." I think he meant something big or dramatic - the kind of thing you hear stories about, but the question didn't make that clear. It seemed to me that now instead of the Ark of the Covenant, or Indiana Jones type stuff, if the question was taken literally, it would have to be answered in the affirmative. Something definitely happened there. Something happened everywhere. In fact, a lot of something happened almost everywhere - at least everywhere that I've ever been. Think about it.
When I think of my childhood, I think of hills and valleys and modest homes scattered along the road that leads up the valley to the ridge of the hill. I think of the children that explored nearly every inch of the valley as well as the neighboring valleys and hills: hunting snakes by the creek: picking wild peppermint plants growing on the lush valley floor and then crushing it between the thumb and forefinger to smell the familiar aroma before putting it on their tongue to taste it: looking in the hole of the rotting fence post to see the baby woodpeckers; hunting squirrls in the woods: carefully balancing across the creek on a fallen tree: sledding down the hill in the in the winter or playing ball in the summer. A lot of stuff happened there.
Those hills and valleys rang out with activity. Every every hill and valley was explored. There were corn fields and hay fields and woodlands and coal mines and oil wells. The people who built those houses and started those families and loved those children came and went and worked and played and loved. Many were men who played in those same fields before going to Europe and returning from World War II.
Fathers and sons, like their grandfathers before, found arrowheads on some of the hills and in the potato garden by the creek. It was not just one generation or two that made those fields home. Something happened there - something called life. Hundreds and thousands of years of it stacked high.
The scenery changed some, like between the acts in a play, but the theatre was the same. Some woodlands became farm lands or were cut down. Houses appeared where once there were small groups of tents. Something certainly happened there.
When I walk down the road where I now live many hundreds of miles away from where I grew up, I find a shard of check-stamped pottery, maybe some old bottles from the 1950s or 1800s, bricks, bones, and even fossils that are thousands of years old.
Even though it is easy to get wrapped up in yourself, you are not the first one to pass through that space. You are not the first one to be there. A whole lot of something happened there.
People in a movie theatre watch a made-up two-dimensional image on a screen, but in the seat where they sit, hundreds of things happened before. Opening up the time dimension in that three dimensional theatre and letting your mind wander, you might sense the many young men and women who sat in that same seat experiencing the various emotions of a first date or celebrating an advanced birthday or anniversary, and even some at their lowest point seeking escape from the pain of an unbearable situation? It all happened right there in that small seat.
People get excited about the things that they read, watch or hear talked about. Those things seem big and important because other people think they are. It is not so much like that for me. The amazing thing to me is when I sit here in this chair and think back through time and think about what went on before this chair and this house was here, and before the nearby road, and the nearby town, and the shipwreck across the way, and how the beach and lagoon changed, and how people hunted hundreds of years ago and when the wolves talked game and the mammoths and bison foraged.
The amazing thing about treasure hunting for me is not so much something that I read in a book or on the internet or saw on TV - it is that I can go out and wander through a living vivid multi-dimenational world and see traces of what happened at some former time, and by looking back see into the future.
As I sit here typing, the space becomes crowded with images that stretch back in time. There is the woods up back that is becoming smaller year by year, which replaced the pineapple field where my house now stands where workers tilled the land and harvested the crops, and the pioneers and indigenous peoples that boated down the river before there was a road. It is all there.
We not only live in a space, but also in time. Some treasure hunters search for three dimensional objects that they have heard or read about or think are important or valuable. I have come to realize that I am no longer hunting for objects; I am simply becoming more open to what has and is happening here - and that is Life.
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Hurricane Delta blasted Louisiana. There is a wave far out in the Atlantic, but at this point I'm not expecting it to do much.
The Treasure Coast surf is supposed to be two or three feet today. After the weekend the surf will be smaller.
Happy hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net