posted on May, 24 2010 @ 05:17 PM
A long, long time ago, on the shores of the ancient lake that once existed deep beneath the Black Sea's current level, a man named - hell, Noah -
went on a hunting trip west of his village. He met a stranger heading east. The stranger, we'll call him "God" arrived and said to Noah, hey, I
just came from my village at the top of the mountain on the far west end of the valley beyond the horizon. The vast oceans are starting to overflow
the little stretch of land that separates them from your great valley. Take heed sir! Pass my message on and save your village!
Noah got back to the village, told his family and friends what "God" had told him.
How can you trust a stranger?
What is an "ocean"?
I don't understand, what does that mean "overflow"?
Asked the villagers.
"This sounds like folly!" they said.
So Noah, who already lived near a body of water (namely the lake at the bottom of the basin) connected his fishing vessel with those of his three
sons. They now had a very large boat, big enough for his wife, three sons and their wives, as well as the aurachs, chickens, pigs, goats, dogs, cats,
a few other barnyard animals, and a pair of doves for good measure.
The other villagers laughed! "Ha, that Noah always was a crackpot." "Always thinking about things!"
Then, the flood began, the waters rose slowly at first, but as the force of the water eroded the land at the Dardanelles, the deluge became fierce and
rapid. Eventually, the village was wiped out. His neighbors made it into their fishing boats - those who had them. Others perished and drowned.
From the middle of what became the Black Sea, Noah and his family floated about for 40 days toward the East or South with the rising gush of water,
slowly being left behind by the motion of the water towards the eventual contemporary shoreline.
They landed somewhere in Turkey or Armenia or Chechnya and the fabulous adventure they had was transferred by word of mouth and ended up in the Torah
sometime later in the future. Perhaps Noah was part of the Proto-Jews and reunited in Turkey to travel south to present day Israel. Or, perhaps
displaced, they entered a land where the tribe of the Proto-Semitic peoples lived. More likely, as the story of the great flood was alive and well in
the whole region, Noah is simply an allegory of faith, perseverance and the reward that comes from them, based on a real, destructive event.
Perhaps, if we trace the etymology of Noah, it would reveal an apt name for such a role in a previous language.