Confucius was a son of a very wealthy Chinese family. His father was given vast parts of China to oversee and manage, and every year he sent him to different parts of the possessions in order to make some new dispositions. Confucius' concern over human degradation and tragedy brought him many followers, so that wherever he visited he was thronged with troubled people to hear his advice on the dilemmas of life.

Eventually, there were so many people craving to hear his wisdom that Confucius asked some bright youths to come under his tutelage and learn some of his wisdom, that they might teach among the needy when he could not be present. The admonitions that the youths wrote down, formulating his philosophic ideas, became known as the Confucian Analects.

He spoke little of God and the Souls of Men but mainly of the relationships between men.. In his teachings no angels are flapping their wings, nor Satans roasting sin-possessed humans in hell-fire. In fact, he taught no theology, but good manners and advised his listeners to combat Greed as the Cause of all Evil. He promised no heavenly rewards and never mentioned the need of absolute obedience, but reasoned co-operation between his fellow men.

If I ever hear the sound of water slushing in the enclosed bucket of my head while walking, and crave some kind of religion, I will most certainly stroll to the nearest church. However, I am most content with myself as my own advisor and will never seek organized tutelage for my spirit. I doubt that I have or have need of a soul. My thoughtfulness over my fellowmen takes the place of a rosary-fingered soul. Of all the soulshepherds, I admire Confucius most, for he never gave an excuse to his followers to turn prayers into jingling money. Behind the aim of all religions were only few ideal individuals with the pedagogic intention to guard morally frail mankind and conduct them into a kinder, juster behavior, so that their potential Nobility would hatch out of the originally avaricious mammal.

There is a Chinese character called T'ien that looks like a mountaintop with two horizontal lines above it. The Chinese tell us that the word means heaven, but I tell you that I, the creator of the new science of Pictography, know better. This character is the pictograph of a land that was submerged. Its name derived from the Polish-Protong word cień (pron. tsien) which means shadow, therefore it represents the land where the spirits of our Ancestors dwell: Easter Island.

Beneath the blessing hands of Confucius bends thoughtfully a child, gazing at us, the contemporaries, but with its mind dwelling on the things ancient that remain beneath the double lines that form the land of the Ancestors (called Celestials by the Chinese) and its deluging seas.

Above the shoulders of the great religious reformer of China I placed the Eyes of Oce On (He of the Fathers), the submerged continent in the Atlantic region.