A year and a day later…
From a year a a day ago…. the echo is intense and well worth paying attention to:
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?
So, I’d felt this really strongly last year. That we are staring our own atlantean moment in the face.
The relentless acceleration of technology and the hide-bound structures of science assured our nuclear dystopia. There was only one direction possible.
Citius, Altius, Fortius….
Faster, Higher, Stronger.
Is it not strange that the Olympic movement, with this motto being brushed off after centuries of neglect, bookmarks one end (1896 I think it was) of our death-grip-love-affair with oil and the super accelerated version of the industrial revolution.
If there was one thing Al Gore’s relentless chartology of global warming fraud science showed without a doubt, all of our natural systems and thus, axiomatically all of our systems always exit in a blaze of parabolic-ally ascending glory. I’d rather be ashes than dust seems a universal desire, supposedly expressed by Jack London, now relegated to urban legend.
So, Faster, Higher, Stronger bookmarks an age where Otto Diesel’s invention started a revolution, literal and figurative, that brought us here.
Once Tesla had cracked the electric code, the nucleus was the last barrier, or so we thought. As I said earlier, sub-nuclear strong forces have no graceful expression in our 4 dimension world. Foldspace is not some sci-fi fiction fantasy.
Have you ever peeled apart a rose-bud? Try it, you will see fold-space in action. Organic fold-space, the tightly wound fractal has a different point of origin than our limited understanding of biological processes allows us to imagine.
Thus, you can take that bud apart and marvel at fold-space, but you can put put it back together again. It’s humpty-rose-bud.
Our faustian bargain with the atom is similar. We rammed our way into a tightness we had no way of replicating. So we are stuck with it’s continuous outpouring. Putting aside any notion of scientific purity and provability through the rigors of hypothesis testing, look at the half lives of the by-products of a nuclear explosion.
Some of them run into millions of years and some disappear in hours/days/weeks. None of what emerges is “good” for us in any way shape or form. That tells me it is a place we had to visit not in Newtonian battering ram fashion but by induction.
Regardless, here we are.
16th July 2011 is the 66th anniversary of the trinity test at White Sands Desert New Mexico near a town called Truth And Consequences.
Right on the 33rd Parallel.
While pondering this, remember that the most famous recorded words int eh immediate aftermath of the successful test, are those of Robert Oppenheimer, the “Father” of the atomic bomb program, quoting from the Bhagwat Gita, Lord Krishna “I am become Death, the Destroyer of worlds”, and words to the effect of the power of a million suns.
The fire of creation as we know it has been un-leashed. And it came with a bang, not un-announced. But we did not pay attention. I’m sure Robert O knew exactly what he was talking about.
So, here we are, staring at our nuclear winter of discontent.
Platitudes and gesture aside, what do you think we can do, as a species to turn this tide, so to speak?
Anything? Should we even try? Look, even as we speak, the Sun, that 4-40 billion year old “steady state” definer of our existence, is suddenly all awry. If you cannot count on the sun rising as it should…. ponder the consequences of that.
And if your own research shows, as mine does it is true, the Sun itself is changing… think of how special a time this is. Special as in full of potential for change.
The bedrock of our existence, our circadian rhythm, Sol Invectus, is transforming. Anomalies abound, with respect to Coronal Mass Ejections and Sun Spots. The timing is all off.
Feels like that here too eh?
So the Sun, a mute muse for the in-bred madness of the scientific method, gave birth to a million suns here on earth. And we thought we could get away without getting burned?
Getting to our nucleus….now that is fold-space you can wiggle into.