Thursday, December 12, 2019

The Big One


Thanks for tuning in!  You may have been guided here by an intro from my altered-ego D.L  (@ Lasken's Log, https://laskenlog.blogspot.com/), admittedly inspired at my end.  I asked Doug to clue his readers that Harry the Human is in a communicative mood again, that he has something important to say.

My announcement starts with a somewhat prosaic observation: Everyone is either about to explode or is already exploding. 

That's clear enough, corroborated daily by the news, e.g., in the U.S., the fizzle of impeachment is causing many to explode; people in the UK risk exploding whenever they hear the word "Brexit"; in Hong Kong, people are so upset that the fantasy of their lives as Westerners has been taken from them that they are exploding.  People all over the world are exploding about a variety of things: climate change, falling standards of living, the increasing disorganization of traditional nation-states, dating versus commitment, the imminent replacement of our species with lab-produced humanoids [Update: Let's add pandemic and quarantine]. It's more than enough to make someone explode.  

That is the part we know.  What I have found is that there is a continuum to things.  It's not just "us" and "not us."  It's sort of just...us.  Everything we see is us which means everything is about to explode, in what we might call The Big One.

Of course, human life has been exploding since it became human, though if there is no carpet bombing for a while we label the period "peacetime."  But The Big One's drumbeat started long before the hominids.  The earliest known vibration was in the Precambrian, over 500 million years ago, when one day a single-celled disruptor and influencer checked out another singleton grazing peacefully nearby and thought, "I could just eat that guy, then I'd have all his power and be greater than the nothing schmuck I am now."  Predation caught on, which led to the Cambrian explosion, which led to us; the rest is history.

But the story is not so simple. It seems our drumbeats have stimulated a sympathetic response from the earth.  Like a bridge trembling when troops in lockstep cross, the earth is trembling under us.  Was this life's idea, or was it the earth that shook things up by whispering sweet nothings to the Precambrian innocents?  Volcanoes? Earthquake's?  Maybe, maybe not.  I'm not able to see specific outbursts.  


I am able to see the final outcome: The entire surface of our planet will be transformed.

Meaning what?  Transition to organisms that digest microplastics and thrive in baking ovens?  It would be wise to address such questions now, before they settle themselves.  Is there any chance the future of human life will be discussed in the 2020 U.S. presidential campaign?  Answer: No.

Thanks for listening!  I'll be back with further tidings. 

Best, Harry the Human

Monday, April 22, 2019

What did Jacob say to God?


I want to see the final vision
between reductio ad absurdum
And primal sleep.

I think that’s where you keep it.

Does it last just that moment
When the eye expands
beyond light
to see its own context?

I want to see it now!
So I won’t need death

to be alive.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Babel of Trump Tower

This moment of Donald Trump's ascendancy may have been prophesied in Genesis, 11:1-9, the story of the Tower of Babel.  In the story, the people of Babel wanted to build a tower so high... 

...that it reached to the heavens, so that they might make a name for themselves.    

The phallic imagery suggests a male flavor to the story, of erections extending far up into the sky, so high they challenge God.  As you might expect, God is not pleased with mortal maleness invading his space, and he devises a way to thwart it: 

The Lord said, 'If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them.  Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.'  

What God did to the people of Babel has been happening to us since the election of Donald Trump.  Consider the people you know or meet.  Does it seem that their thoughts are kept from you more than they used to be?  It could be they don't know your language any more.  Trump's mix of engaging ideas with suicidal ones has short-circuited social thought.  The definitions of key terms- like liberal, conservative, right wing, left wing, racist, sexist, spiritual, material, selfish, altruistic- are in such flux that anyone who speaks openly is sure to be misconstrued.  

The Lord scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city.  That is why it was called Babel- because there the Lord confused the language of the whole world.  

What do the people around you think of Trump? Have some been seduced by him?  Maybe they can't admit it.  Just as perhaps you can't admit that you've been partly seduced.  Think about it: After years of feeling trapped in a relentless consumer culture that radiates warmth and comfort while chomping down on the world's previous cultures, replacing them with cans of Screamin' Dill Pickle Pringles, you might, in spite of yourself, like the initial rush of rapid change.  Folk wisdom has cheered us up for years with the promise that Change is gonna come!

Or not. Or you'd better hope not.  Anyway, nuances like these are fairly impossible to communicate in a post-fall-of-Babel society.  [Update, 3/14/20: The sectioning off of human populations in response to the coronavirus pandemic, whatever it does against the virus, will also play nicely into the process of disrupting human communication.  Enjoy a free Internet while you can!]

One recent morning, while I was lounging on my front porch in the chilly High Desert, speculating about what comes after Babel, my sometime friend and collaborator Robert the Telepathic Gila Monster showed up, looking pretty ragged after the communication meltdown his tribe recently experienced [See "All hail Betty" above].

Robert, how are you feeling?

He made no reply.  I saw that he had not entirely recovered from the ordeal. His head hung low; he wouldn't look me in the eye.  I felt him reading my thoughts and asked, more gently,

Robert, do you see anything helpful in my thoughts?

Harry, Robert responded, with a reassuring spark of animation, you're on a similar wavelength to me.  I just scanned your Tower of Babel analogy.  Or should I say Babel of Trump Tower?  The human dysfunction is spreading beyond you.  As you recently witnessed, gilas are losing their grip on social communication.  It's been tens of thousands of years since any of us has felt this isolated.  It's spread to the whole earth, and I don't mean just the part your species calls 'living.'  The atoms and molecules of the earth are feeling it.  We are living in a time bomb.

Haven't we always been?

Yes, but now it's primed.  Communication is the buffer between explosive materials, whether in humans or protons. The buffer is disintegrating.

What do you recommend?

There has to be a movement among humans, maybe underground, or maybe with high profile supporters, to communicate in meaningful symbols to restore the buffers.  

Wow, that's great advice!  Let me just call the Antelope Valley Press with this breaking news.

Human sarcasm, I love it so.  Why don't you try to meet me halfway?

How?

Report this conversation, just blog about it if nothing else.  Tell the world that an old hippy and a gila monster met in the desert and discovered that sentient beings of this world can't communicate any more because humans challenged the sky god and plunged us into language hell.  

Robert, you didn't have to drag yourself all the way to my place just to fill me with hope.

More human sarcasm.  I really do love it.  Anyway, report the conversation. As Kwetch-a-chock-chock-Gwenny, the great gila philosopher said, "You never know what can happen!"
 
I found Kwetch-a-chock-chock-Gwenny's words hard to refute, so I've fulfilled my promise to Robert by reporting our conversation.  To quote the human philosopher/poet, Alexander Pope:

Hope springs eternal in the human breast.