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In Search of the Beginnings

        coming in by sea. This is no real beginning. This is the continuation
        of something lost somewhere in the mist. Is it still hidden under
        desert sand, as was Sumerian civilisation itself, remaining unknown
        to science until discovered and excavated in southern Iraq in the last
        century? Was it buried by volcanic eruption, as was the great
        Mediterranean civilisation on the island of Santorini, unknown
        until discovered in our own time under fifty feet of ashes? Or could
        it possibly be submerged in the ocean that covers two-thirds of our
        restless planet, as suggested by the hard-dying legend of Atlantis?
          If we arc to believe the Sumerians, who ought to know, their
        merchant mariners returned to Dilmun many times. In their own
        days, at least, their ancestral land was neither sunk in the sea nor
        buried by volcanic ash. It was within reach of Sumerian ships from
        Sumerian ports. One little piece missing from the big puzzle is that
        nobody knows the range of a Sumerian ship. Their seagoing
        qualities were forgotten with the men who built them and sailed
        them, their range lost with their wakes.
          Practical research into ancient types of watercraft leads one upon
        many untrodden trails. It led me to remote islands in Polynesia,
        lakes in the Andes and central Africa, and rivers and coasts of all the
        continents. Lastly it brought me to what was formerly Sumer,
        today the home of the Marsh Arabs. There began my quest for
        human history beyond the zero hour. There began also a voyage
        that brought me and my companions into adventures far from
        those of the astronauts, back to the remote days and nights when
        our planet was still big. So big it was in those times that unknown
        and unforeseen worlds, alien to the voyager, beckoned beyond
        every horizon. Worlds with plants and animals never imagined.
        Peoples, buildings, and living manners so distinct from those at
        home, as if pertaining to another planet under a different sun. Such
        worlds once existed side by side, separated by barriers of wilderness
        and united by the open sea.
          The sea roads between them were in use before the Sumerians
        came to settle in Sumer. Their tablets speak of navigating kings and
        merchant mariners coming from or going to lands overseas, and
        they give long lists of cargo imported from or exported to foreign
        ports. A few even speak of shipwrecks and maritime disasters. Such
        records reflect the hazards always involved in a marine enterprise
        even when the vessel is built with the experience of a whole nation
        and manned by a crew at home with the craft. In reading the tablets
        such dramas come to life. You can almost hear the cry: ‘All hands on
        deck!’

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