So much to write about, my little note-pad of possible post-headers is full.
But I keep getting called to remind people about the nuclear anniversary coming upon us, soon.
In recent history (say the last 300-400 years), that date, July 16th 1945 marked a real turning point in our relationship with technology.
Everything started to speed up, all around us. Like all things that grow to a massive size, the initial growth is almost imperceptible.
But pay attention long enough and you start to see a temporal connect. For example, the invention of the printing press and the rise of books/literacy is an easy one.
The invention of the cotton gin and the rise of the industrial revolution is slightly harder.
We live after all in a continuously diminishing echo of the past. Like a stone thrown in a pond, the ripples continue long past the point of impact.
It is the same with events. They are temporal markers and if seminal enough, their ripples continue to impact generations to come.
World War I had been ended with bold cries of “Never Again” and various other such platitudes that are constantly given out to bewildered people at the climax of things such as world devastating wars. And people swallow it and forget it by the time NEVER AGAIN is repeated, a scant 21 years later.
And the nuclear bombs, which supposedly sealed WWII with an exhibition of force heretofore unseen in history, were birthed on 16th July 1945, in New Mexico.
New Mexico, Gulf Of Mexico. Interesting eh?
And if anyone reading this thought I was being a tad over the top with the Nuclear Terror issue, I suggest you look at the role of the Nuke as the cattle-prod of the west, keeping the rest of the world in line.
In a large herd of cattle, only the one’s in the front-line feel the prod. But their panic and pain ripples through the entire herd.
It is the same with war and especially nuclear war. While we (most of us) did not live directly in it’s shadow or fear (actually many generations of Americans and Russians did), it’s energy impacted us all. Oftentimes in the background, but always there.
Meanwhile, our lives sped up and we were pushed into smaller and smaller boxes, literally, figuratively….. space-wise, time-wise, community wise.
In a fractal world, that made perfect sense. If we, as a species, figure we’ve got nuclear power tamed, we should be comfortable with it’s parameters, yes? Or no? Really, ask yourself that question.
Hyperfast time, hypersmall space, fractal folding, extreme compression, mind-bending adhesion.
Now we get to live it out in the open again. Too long, nukes have laboured in the shadows.
They returns as friends. Nukes will save us. Blow in the hole!
I have my doubts and , in my estimation, we are staring our Atlantean moment in it’s face.
What did you feel when you saw the black and white ball of fire?