Morgan was looking for the remains of Kublai's assault troops on Japanese shore line , which are burried under the centuries old fossils... Your essay have changed the path in which human race evolves from this point on !
Lots to deal with here. Submarines, Kubla Khan, Hari Morgan AND Resurrection of 1666. This indeed is a jigsaw puzzle and one half. But, when the mind is as demented as my own, being so close to the edge of reality, this puzzle is in reality, a genuine slice of metaphysical life. So what does it all mean? It is the classic Yellow submarine, of Beatles Fame, submerged deep down into the depths of the sea of life, most similar to the way
"Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea."
Now the sexual symbolism is intense in both the famous Kubla Khan poem by Coleridge and the Beatle's Yellow Submarine... but what does that have to do with Hari Morgan? Well, bringing Hari Morgan into this mix is like hitting the trifecta at the race track..... Hari Morgan, privateer (euphemism for pirate) was an expert, at sea, in ravaging countries in the Carribean for loot and treasure. And since 1666 is cerrtainly timeless, this modern, yellow submarine is now the tool of choice for the Hari Morgan of today. It is the tool of choice for joining Kubla Khan on that journey down the river in the search for the ultimate treasure.... the ultimate pleasure:
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
In short, O Evil One..... The utlimate truth in 1666 is the finding of ultimate treasure.... and that ultimate treasure is ultimate pleasure.... it is timeles .... and it is the utlimate quests of both Kubla Khan and Hari Morgan. Oy Oy Oy. Michael.
