All Living : A Seedvision Saga (9781621473923) by Michael C. Humphrey Read Free Book Online Page B

overwhelmed by the exquisite details of the drawing.
    “Of course I drew them, Les. You’re the first person besides me to ever even look at these journals, much less see what’s inside.”
    “They’re fantastic, Al.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Who are they?” Lester asked.
    “Keziah my wife.”
    “You mean Kesitah?” corrected Lester.
    “No, these are both Keziah,” said Al.
    Lester looked up. “These are drawings of the same woman?”
    Al nodded.
    “They look so different from each other. I mean, they seem as if they could be related but definitely not the same woman. Care to tell me a little more about her?” asked Lester.
    “We’ll get to that,” said Al. “We’ll get to that for sure. It’s one of my favorite parts.”
    “At least explain to me how this could be two drawings of the same person,” Lester asked.
    “Well, it’s Keziah when she was young, about the time I met her, and then it’s also Kezie when she was older, just before I lost her,” Al explained.
    “I’m sure that makes sense to you, Al,” said Lester, “but I’m still puzzled. How could she look so different?”
    “Well, seven hundred years takes its toll on a woman.”
    “You mean to tell me she lived over seven hundred years?” Lester was baffled.
    “Nearly everyone lived at least that long before the flood,” said Al.
    “You mean Noah’s flood?”
    “Yep.”
    “But how?” Lester asked.
    “Well, the world was different then, Les. More pure; closer to its original state of created perfection. There weren’t as many impurities in the air, water, or soil. It was a clean planet, and the people were not so far removed from the natural condition.”
    Lester had a baffled look on his face.
    “Let me explain it this way,” said Al. “There was less pollution, less ozone depletion, less deforestation, and less congestion. The vegetation and animal life were healthier. The food that mankind ate was not only bigger, better, tastier, and more nutritious, the air itself was richer in oxygen.
    “Yes,” said Al, seeing the look of amazement on Lester’s face, “modern science has even discovered that ancient air bubbles trapped in the hardened resin of amber are still nearly fifty percent more oxygenated than the air we are currently breathing. The air of the early earth was a naturally pleasant, sweet, and fundamental part of mankind’s health. Because of breathing better air, the bones in a man’s body were stronger and denser, not so fragile and inclined to break. The blood was blue and thick, flowing with essential vitality. Why, when I was a younger man, in my early hundreds, I could easily jump from a thirty foot height with no fear whatsoever of twisting an ankle or breaking a leg. And speaking from personal experience, even if a bone did break, it would heal in less than half the time it takes for a bone to set nowadays.”
    “So you could live longer,” Lester said.
    “Precisely!”
    “But that still doesn’t fully explain the picture,” contended Lester. “Your wife, she looks so…different. From herself, I mean.
    “Les, have you ever seen an eight-hundred-year-old person, besides me I mean?”
    “No.”
    “Yes, you have,” debated Al. “At least, you’ve seen the remains of them. Every time some scientist or archeologist declares that he’s unearthed a pre-historic man, a Neanderthal or a link in the chain of evolution, it’s a bunch of hogwash. What he has discovered are the skeletal remains of a pre-flood person.”
    “What?” Lester shook his head as if to shake loose fifty years of Darwinian propaganda. “Care to elaborate?”
    “Okay,” said Al, “think of it first in terms you can understand. The skull, as well as all the bones in the body, slowly change shape with the passing of time. That is why the shape of an eighty-year-old person’s cranium is not the same as when they were eighteen. The brow ridges have calcified somewhat. The skull has flattened out, to a degree, from the