2000s, a brief pause but an energetic and innocent start. We learn how our new tehnology works, create new technologies that build off of the basics. To increase efficiency, decrease reliance on finite resources, increase equality for standards of life : those with high specialties use their skills and attributes for those others which are seen to be below them, or for those desirous of higher positions, or for a seemingly random selection, or for those who have been mistreated. A blockage exists around remote communities, or in communities who reject this specialized technology : those with the skills are usually unable or unwilling to leave their own community of technology, which would require them to employ more basic methods to reach the others. And who wants the help? The conveniences of our technological society come laced with poisons or acid which corrodes knowledge and tradition, so those who do want these conveniences are those who consciously decide to jump on to this new and shiny and datic vehicle, or those who are without thought or recognitioin of the tradition or stability or benefits of what they’ll leave behind. Who are those who don’t want to join this viscous and airy empire? They exist in our own country, with you, often bitter or consciously rejecting certain aspects of the new technologies, accepting others. Can we call them hypocrites, those people who choose to avoid or deride this progression? Why are they so accepting, for example, of the new technologies of convenient transportation and dress but they will reject others of social interaction, global sharing, ease of creation? It’s only still beginning, again.
Information, technique, energies and awareness have piled up, not like a garbage heap but like the settling of sediment, or a condensation, and we use one knowledge to increase others, use the awareness of one culture to enrich an other. We conquer and kill with no regret because we know what we do improves and furthers humanity. It’s a theatre performance, seen through a screen. We respect those who impose their cultures on others (Alexander the Great) and envy those who have long ago reached levels of technique, ability, craft, refinement, levels in fields which we have yet to reach (China). We want the Congo, we infiltrate it’s exteriors with resources, education, cameras, experts, and first we try to glean their culture, maybe their knowledge and beliefs, then to glean their people, their resources, a light excursion with death and rescue.
Should we speak of the 3000s? Why not discuss the future, the near future? But when the 1100s seem distant, and it seems surreal that similar conversations and lifestyles took place then, the future looks similarly vague. Understand the past, understand the future. Why reject the tidal progression? Increasing and decreasing, wettening and eroding, and I think we have a long time to live before the pool dries up.
2000s, a time of training, with rudimentary skills in advanced technology forever reaching to grasp an elusive utopia of perfect convenience and harmony, constantly being reminded of our proximate past and primitive present. We live where we want to live. And what’s the point? To alter humanity’s destiny, give a complete unnatural or not wandered upon and harvestedly obtainable life, extend our knowledge and in doing so our confusion with our deeepening loss of reason? We become upset when someone dies and yet we set goals which will only be achieved in future generations.
In the midst of all this change and progression of aims and abilities we can be relatively unchanged. Harvest from what is worked for, fought for, making irrational movements and refusing the lights of love and learning to shine on the paths, surroundings, lifes and existances around us. « I don’t want to live. » There is still no comprehensive light saying that instinct is spiritual. Don’t tell me that it isn’t, tell me you understand but that there are other words more suitable to aptly explain. Don’t argue that we are different from animals, instead understand that our own set of abilities is taking us further than any other animal has gone that we have ever known. But on the same page we mourn our losses…we expect rewards.
So what are we speaking of, today? Morality, skills and advancement in grain farming, advice for upset wives, who is feeling unjustly punished or restricted, the agreement with those in power, the potential which lies in « soon », the pitiable state of others’ lives, or of their deaths, the appreciation of uselessness, which is known as the benefit of escape, or an unpursued interest, or a technology of distraction, and we speak honestly, guardedly, conscious of the perception of « us », consciously or unconsciously, or we speak oblivious, self centered, masterbating our egos and sense of worth through the motions of our throats lips and tongue, and we tie together current truths, better seen as perceptions, to create chains of reasoning which all support the beliefs that we are the best, and we have gone furthest, and we are important, crucial, practical, right. And none of this can be criticized, unless you ignore the idea of passing knowledge through generations, and don’t fear confronting the beliefs of « tried and true ».
***When I took off my pants last night I saw a penis in the year 2015. When I searched through my imagination I saw a penis in the year long before we used this calendar. It was darker. Then I saw a nordic penis, ageless, and tomorrow’s penis, peerless.***
Let these fumes of our years pass over us, because this time is not an illuusion, and we should sense it as it passes under our nostrils, so that we may enjoy it as it permeates and spreads our dead bodies. I wish that there is a rabbit running, somewhere, right now. And there probably is. Take a photo of a bull as he runs off of a cliff – QUICK! – turn around and run away before you see where it goes! Develop the photo, send it around – where is the bull now? That example is dated, but the idea is timeless. How can the currency of now be defined? Or how can it be proven that the mother of your great-grand-mother loved the feeling of sand between her toes? Your simplicity as a human makes you an easy target for manipulation, but thankfully we are in control, and have little to do but enjoy the calls of birds, which become diverse near bodies of water. Or how can it be explained that tomorrow a human who has recently left the planet Earth will be moving further away, alive, and will give us answers to questions we think of as he travels, which in turn gives us more questions? We all want a great general truth. We are the Egyptians in America. We are the stratified society where those below are close to the achievements and aims of the pointed empire, but that are so removed as to not have any individual say or influence.
There is this, but there is also the open possibilities – any level, any say can be attained through individual work towards it. There is this, and there is also the situation where the happiest people are for the majority those removed from the society. Why does it feel so different? Was St. Augustine learning of and dealing with the same expectations of yesterday and tomorrow? There is this, but there is also some difference… we have to see the very real change which the ability to believe in shifting our lives to an other planet has brought… but atfer that transition, we can go back to worrying about the intellectual garbage and energetic spewings of our neighbours.
Where is our sense of adventure? We crush through wilderness, through bush, and we imitate the calls of coyotes. I love it when we pick up what we want and venture around, beating, killing, walking, balancing. We all love it when we are able not to conquer, but to set forth in rhythm and be with what we know, but we also love a cold-hardened control and ownership over the lives and resources of others. Generosity is ambiguous, and it becomes a trait shown in courtesy. How can we recognize the starting position we have taken, and do we need to? Like understanding, recognition is a useful but unnecessary luxury. Better is to love other people and their lives, you and your life, and to strive for what you want, because alone or not, like it or not, you’ve not independantly or solely desired.
But it’s claimed we are entered into the time of scientific religion – no more gods, no one god, but we have the realization and practice that we can discover the root causes of reactions and natural phenomenon, using tools and harnessed knowledge to explain the world we know. Gods’ names and their relations have been replaced with isolated chemicals and minerals, laws of physics and even the science of social interactions. We’ve determined that exposure to poisonous situations and people can affect the mind just as a corrosive substance against the hull of a boat – these are topics which are studied indepthly by many, and the result is that we are coming to know the layout of once secret worlds just as one might know the layout of his home country. There is no wrong in the attaining and wondering of this knowledge – it is a part of our continuing process of getting to know our surroundings in pursuit of safety, in pursuit of lengthening our lives (« there has never been seen a mountain lion in this area, it is safer to walk through than that other area where many have been seen. » And this is probably right. « But bring a gun. »). A common and simple argument against the idea that science has destroyed gods is that if a god had made and placed a caribou on this earth, then he must have also been the one to make and place chromium here, and set it in relational motion with all others. I don’t think that chromium and caribou were consciously created of available materials. So have we really entered into it, then? The age of the religion of science? If I can say no, others can say no, many have no idea what it means, and this seems to me to be justification to say that we have not, just as Rome never entered into a Christian age. Whether those with power, money, and influence make laws and construct buildings with an idea in mind or the facade of a reason, it does not make those ideas real, nor does it spread them to others. Personal belief is entirely different person to person, and new ideas are adapted to and worked around individually.
So is the argument that we have changed, or that we have not changed? Some evidences of not having changed are obvious, like our basic animal instincts of greed, generosity, desire to reproduce and survive, and our building of residences and collecting of or migrating to food, but there are some obvious changes : communicating across distances in speeds not possible with any prior visible technology (barring telepathy which we have not accepted), the relatively recent progressions and abilities available from the harnessing of electricity and other waves, the ability of our minds to realistically think and communicate in scales bigger and smaller than ever before, and the obvious and ever present change of being able to remember and apply all of our remembered past. The sole fact of my having grown in North America gives me access to much actual knowledge not available to Leonardo da Vinci or the Egyptians or the pre-European contact Americans or the Aztecs or… to boil it further we could think about how I, myself, have access to much information and opportunity not available to any others, and to boil further, that the shifting in any increment of the space or time of my birth or so many other variables would significantly alter(exposing and covering) those availabilities, but we are(my aim) aiming a little more general right now. What this verbal coolie is trying to explain is that even though there are clear changes, there should be no hesitation in affirming when confronted with the assertion that we have remained the same.
And to where are we going with all of our new technologies, our satellites and microwaves, our tazers and tunnel-borers, combined with our old technologies, our pastured cows, our knives, our jars of honey and balls for sport? Have we set a chosen destination? One day the satellites will become functionless(or differently functioned) metal in orbit, but before that? Where is the pinnacle of our upward climb? We do not know, we surmount heights in the dark. The dark tunnel is revealed in solitary flashes of light to be a plain, to be a mountain, to be our patch of lichen growing on a seaside rock, to be a descending hole passing coolness on the way to heat and fire, to be a floating rippled cloud with ivy foot-holds…
We are living in a time of determination, with a view of practicality which shades our spiritual and natural realities. What can be done by the majority, the heavy swaying and buzzing mass of people on this earth to understand and hold the subtleties and freedom of choice, of appreciation, maybe even empathication for the long existances and dense experiences of all, such as the new baby, the rocks, the vibrations of sound, the old baker? Even time can be appreciated, for imagine what one whole second contains as it lives everywhere. Why would anyone hope for a wider appreciation of life? How does this relate to our calendar years of the third millenium? In it’s timelessness the knowledge of living amidst an imaginable infinity of experinces of what is around us definitely applies to us today. As much as this particular technology is uninteresting to me, it applies evenly to trucks, airplanes, and the experiences set off in and around them, in our vehicle centered society. We could be moving away from the proliferation of physical movement but I can’t tell yet, tell me in 1500 years. Is this a part of our legacy, or to embellish the idea, the desire to physically be in ridiculous places?; « I have been in the deepest part of the ocean (that we’ve acknowledgedly found). It wasn’t interesting, but I was there. » I love being in ridiculous places, maybe because ridicule stabs a hole which exposes unsees potential. Ridicule this : in every, every location, there exists a depth of specialness which could be gorged on until death, the perception of which depends on the amount one is able to grasp the past of it’s surroundings. Some fancy a standing city, with social growth and conscious-set lines, while others prefer the grovy or flat expanses which nature untouched by human design or hand gives. There are bountiful examples above and below this, and this is true in the 2000s as it was in the past and will continue to be for as long as there are creatures who feed off of what is around them milling about anywhere. So then with such simple needs to be filled, what excuse is there for starvation? One possibility is the inability to travel quick enough from one dying environment to an other which thrives. Since there is also the unwillingness to leave a dying environment or to recognize it’s sparsening, can we say that starvation is a balanced mix of low or inappropriate natural abilities and bad choices? It could even be that starvation can result from not recognizing the open nutrition available. Where this is pointing is the point that through our increasing awareness of the world and our co-inhabitants, we have seen the enormity of starvation which affects our intelligent and shrewd and willing species. This gives us new moral questions of whether to feed them generously like a beggar in the past or present, maybe uncalled for, or to let them continue as the distant cultures and species which they’ve previously been to us. Unfortunately, the ability to come to awareness of distant(or close) peoples’ pains is not new, and the human nature of many has shown that it is more desireable to avert the eyes from this news, and to seek instead the similar equivalent of a placatingly light fare of floating feathers. This being so, let me ask and answer for my self what is the purpose of reading and writing like so if the majority of individuals want none or little of it : it is because any few who care to, do wield immense power to change, which directly or through observation can cause sweeping awareness and action.
This is the 2000s, or it is better said to be now, and though the end is close and I do not expect any greater difference than what can be obsered in young and old shrubs and rocks falling from cliffs, I stand here arguing that it is better to grasp or reside within what we trouble to change and prolong and engage and learn of. Countless people feel locked away and every rock holds the key. I can’t look around without feeling the need to weave dried grasses into ropes, and to lift the water with my hands. Yet there are more impactful pursuits, such as those pursued by they who have trumped our genealogical eyes and have created orbiting stars to be seen by us here on earth. Gracias that these stars increase our vision in concise ways. We can now focus all the better on our enjoyment of food.
I don’t know what else to tell you. There are shitloads of people in prison, coming over or already past the shock of being cooped up, we eat what others grow for us, mostly, the poorer majority who view the power they lack as evil are moving into a middler class, and there begin to be comfortable in the luxuries of corruption or, if they understand better their place, there is an honest progression through capitalism and generosity. We benefit through violence and we are heavily influenced, to not admit to being controlled, by comfort, convenience, security, and safety. -R.S.A.J.B.