This is one of those days when meditating on life, the nature preserve in the front yard, and the happiness of peaceful bliss suffices.
13, 764 days to go.
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The Dream of an ice-free Arctic Ocean/Sea shipping zone is soon upon us!
We may debate the current/future detrimental effects of climate change many call global warming, but let us remember that opportunity arises from adversity like necessity is the mother of invention.
Look how much closer we are getting to an ice-free Arctic Ocean/Sea in the summertime:
[from: http://nsidc.org/data/seaice_index/images/daily_images/N_timeseries.png%5D
Will the shipping industry find significant cost savings with permanently open shipping lanes at northern latitudes?
Will the savings, in turn, correlate to reduced use of greenhouse gases?
Meanwhile, as Greenland ice masses melt further, how will our shopping/shipping habits change in relation to our ecosystem adjustments while shorelines recede and deserts grow?
At the end of the day, who benefits and who suffers depends a lot on our species’ classic characteristics of pecking order — alpha males/females, etc.
Overheard in a theatre
Sadly, I guess the times of my passive-aggressive father are over. In his day, I doubt we would have heard someone make such a bold, impolite, immoral statement as, “Well, yes, Bill Clinton cheated on his wife, but he was the U.S. President, for Christ’s sake. Of course, it makes sense that he still represents the Democratic Party. ‘W’ was a whore man himself before he conveniently found Jesus and cooperated with the Muslim Saudis in selling out American oil interests. He ‘conveniently’ still represents the Republican Party, too.”
So many cynical observations about promiscuous politicians and teachers, so little time to tell them. Thank goodness, the film “The Campaign” was enough to tie me over for a while and fill in for such a bleak political election campaign season here in the ol’ US of A, where neither of the two primary candidates for U.S. President can talk about why the American economy is doing so poorly due to their being owned by the same worldwide corporate lobbying interests.
The last two paragraphs are examples of the influences on my youth, which I am trying hard to remove from my set of operational memories.
It is while we prepare the storyline to ease over to another planet (thanks, in part, to the friendly folks at Need Another Seven Astronauts (NASA)), where we will talk about life in the universe that does not center on our species, as puny as it is in comparison to the history of helium or cilia or syphilis/gonorrhea.
I am in a mischievous mood, wanting to make fun of others for the sake of making fun of others with no purpose in mind other than to entertain myself here, rather than in my thoughts alone.
Have you ever sat in a dark theatre, felt a constriction in your chest, the left side of your body going numb for just the briefest of moments, and wondered, “Is this it?”
I can feel it again right now. Maybe it’s just a muscle twitching after I swept the driveway yesterday. Or indigestion.
I hope so.
I really would like to sit and laugh quietly for many days longer.
If not…well, it was a good ride.
“It.” Hmm…
“It” is nothing more than my life, a diversion for other sets of states of energy programmed to reproduce.
I never reproduced.
Scientific studies indicate that reproducing at my age is a recipe for heightened risk of autistic children who would drink out of plastic bottles made with BPA and filled with high fructose corn syrup, take antibiotics and become obese, and, finally, succumb to the onerous labels of “BIG” — BIG farms, BIG Pharma, BIG…you get the picture, if you subscribe to the notion that it’s an “us vs. them” world.
I never met BIG. I don’t know “them.” They are just words to me, diversions from a goal one gazillion years in the making, looking back 1000 years from now to see what we’ve accomplished.
Milestones, not accusations.
Actions, not passive disagreement.
A colleague of my father jokingly called my dad an imaginary engineer because of his master’s degree in industrial engineering (even saying so to my father a few days before he died), which always irritated my father. Now, an industrial engineer is in charge of the largest company in the U.S. by stock value — Apple. Who gets the last laugh?
That’s the thing. If this moment is my last one, do I want to have my last thoughts focused on a clever joke or expanding the life of this planet into the cosmos?
I don’t want to spin a passive-aggressive take on a reworked warmed-over punchline.
I sure don’t want to be remembered for simply being clever.
I don’t want to be remembered at all.
This universe is it, all I’ve got, the only verifiable theory of life as I know it.
If I don’t give my minute/tiny/invisible/forgettable place in life a serious thought, who will?
If I don’t have my father around to argue with that the world is not falling to the Nazis and Communists all over again, to whom do I direct my attempt to make peace with my father and our generational gap?
If I don’t have my mother in-law around to convince that the United States is not about to go into another Great Depression (or worse) because a man who is too young (and black) is the U.S. President, to whom do I say that it’s not just white people and old people who care about the American Dream of [democracy and/or capitalism] and freedom for all?
It was a tough decision to say I would never vote again because I care about the higher ideals of our country and our world. The everyday arguments of this time, of my generation, are perennial — that’s why I don’t care about them.
My visions are hundreds and thousands of years in the making, carrying on a long tradition passed on to me by others, regardless of the current form our organisation of life (i.e., civilisation) may look like.
War and the desire for peace are perennial.
Using available resources until they are depleted and worrying about the consequences are perennial.
That’s why I don’t care about them or the ways we beat our chests like good primates in unison about our alignment with issues such as these.
In the big picture, our species is unimportant.
We aren’t going to agree with the big picture until something else comes along to change that view.
Even then, we’ll argue that our ancestors — the keepers of our origin stories — were right and we’re the center of the universe.
So be it.
You can keep perpetuating those stories in whatever form you like, if it makes you feel better as you procreate.
As long as you keep in the wee spot at the back of your thoughts that you’re working for a larger cause than our species.
I use “cause” cautiously and facetiously because it implies more than what a single blog entry in a continuous storyline is supposed to be about, bringing up imagery of the influences upon my youth again, when this is solely about the way the universe works non-anthropomorphically.
Enough for now in this chapter.
More as it develops…
The Saga of the Baked Potato
The Clinic to Free People from the Social Disease of Baldness announced their 1000th scalp transplant today, exceeding the number of face transplants, making many men and women happy, hairy customers, lining the pockets of salespeople trying to make a profit from every piece of donated bodies they have stockpiled.
The Hermaphrodite Artist Known as Unknown revealed its latest head transformation, having transplanted strips of living flesh of dead people from many races and tribes onto Unknown’s skull, thanks to the well-paid skills of the surgeons at the Clinic to Free People from the Social Disease of Baldness. Rumours says that Benetton and Unknown are about to launch a new advert campaign together.
Stephen King and Google have signed an agreement to make a remake of a rerelease of “Christine,” with a Google autonomous vehicle assembling a stalker’s profile of certain people and following them around with a 360-degree camera, capturing WiFi data that it adds to its obsession with these people and accidentally posts to an anonymous hacker’s website occasionally out of a love/hate relationship that the vehicle is experimenting with in an emotional database it has built based on the DSM-5.
Our team of international peacekeepers tested its network of undetectable “mines” that were planted along the coastlines and in the ports of major Chinese, Russian and American cities. The mines are actually motion-detecting, laser-guided stealth missile launchers that resemble the terrain at the bottom of oceans and bays, triggered by the movement of surface and submerged watercraft carrying military equipment. Live demonstrations will depend on the outcome of upcoming coups and national elections in various parts of the world.
That’s all for today. Back to contemplating life on another planet…
Ship’s log
17 June 1987, 17:53
I have entered a new adventure in learning (for which my wife and I have given one hundred and seventy-seven American dollars). This adventure is entitled Sociology 480 – Society of the Future. The other members of this adventure will share the ideas we bring to the class and the ideas of the members of the Worldwatch Institute who have issued “A Worldwatch Institute Report on Progress Toward a Sustainable Society,” entitled State of the World 1987.
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17 June 1987
Dr. Donald Tarter, instructor, Sociology of the Future
- For the next 25 years, NOBODY CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE!!!
- Doesn’t stop us from asking, “What if…?” “What can happen?”
- Some have made bold predictions in science, literature and behavioural studies:
- Carl Sagan
- Arthur Clarke
- B.F. Skinner
- For instance, Sagan predicts that survival over the next 100 years for endangered species is less than 10%.
Analyzing the Pressures of Population, especially ours:
- Population factors such as growth rates, supply and demand for resources
- Energy alternatives — availability of supplies
- Mineral resources
- Agricultural resources — can we grow enough?
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29 June 1987 20:20
A visit by Dr. Carl Sagan to Huntsville, Alabama, to discuss “Star Wars or Mars.”
Leaving this planet
- Application of rocketry
– developed by Chinese
– developed into instruments of death and destruction by Europeans
60,000 nuclear weapons
1 submarine can destroy 192 cities
“A central exchange” – ~200 million to 2 billion killed on tight nuclear winter — destruction of agriculture; starvation, destruction of ozone layer would bring about equivalent of large-scale AIDS
You cannot trust estimates of probability of failure when the stakes are high - Solutions
“Star Wars” a/k/a SDI (strategic defense initiative)
Render nuclear weapons “impotent and obsolete” — President Reagan
If simultaneous deployment by both sides were possible then the shield would be feasible - Cons
Porosity — one Senate group predicts 16% of Soviet weapons destroy
10% getting through means 1000 Soviet weapons which would wipe out America
U.S. is invaded daily by small aircraft carrying the weight but not the density of nuclear weapons
Decoys and penetration aids, low flying (depressed) flight paths, increased number of warheads built by Soviets
Computer program “battle management system” to detect and destroy the nuclear warheads would be too complex to design and debug
If U.S. had first strike then Stars Wars could wipe out remaining Soviet nuclear weapons
Would cost $2 trillion U.S. dollars
Some scientists refusing to be involved in SDI — ~10,000 in number
Estimated that $600M spent on SDI in Huntsville
Not worth the cost even if money was available
National security should be measured by wealth of economy, not by money spent on national defense
Children should look forward to growing up - Alternative — bilateral decrease in strategic arms
Rocketry
- Werner von Braun in Germany, Robert Goddard in U.S.
After WWII in U.S., 1961-1978, the moment the human species (mainly the U.S.) explored all the planets known to the ancients
Now many other nations have joined the exploration - Today, NASA is dis-spirited, in serious trouble
Principle reason: NO GOAL
IT NEEDS A GOAL AND ONE EXISTS:
Systematic robotic exploration of Mars,
followed by manned exploration of Mars around the turn of the century - If one or more nations combined, it could cost less than one strategic weapon
Exploration could help show why the deterioration of the water on Mars…
Send robots to Mars if science reason only - Should combine/cooperate with Soviets in some project on behalf of human species
“Existence theorem” – high-tech cooperation is possible- Cooperative unmanned exploration of Mars and its moons; Soviets plan to send six spacecraft to Mars 1988-2000
- Cooperate to build space station to build ships in space to make interplanetary travel for 9-month trip or longer
- Would capture the imagination of the human species that no other project would do!
Same technology involved as in military
- “It is as if God said, ‘Before you I set the tools of immense power to destroy yourselves or carry yourselves to the planets and the cosmos.'”
- Governments make mistakes, lie, cheat and steal
All citizens should have minimal understanding of science and engineering
Reduction of nuclear arms — one problem at a time, other weapons reduced later - Reach minimum deterrence, not zero possession
1968 Nuclear Non-proliferation Treaty, Article VI, U.S. and USSR pledge to massively reduce their nuclear arsenals - “Testosterone poisoning” — men involved together too long in the act of killing
Men are adapted to hunger-gatherers in East Africa but not to high-tech nuclear arms race today - Tortoise (them) and hare (us) effect with regards to space race — our government started out faster but quit…
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TWENTY-FIVE YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE THESE SHIP’S LOG ENTRIES WERE WRITTEN…
Where are the ideas discussed in today’s “sociology of the future” class going to take us another 25 years hence?
- Will computer modeling look as quaint as some of Sagan’s ideas look today?
- Will our integration with electronic technology so blur the line between a body and machine, we stop paying attention to the distinction?
- Will space exploration and planetary settlement make us no longer an Earth-based lifeform?
Rick wants to come back and share with you the future 1000 years from now but he promised himself he’d retire from active management of our species and fulfill his destiny to become one with nature, whatever that means. Don’t make him come out of retirement and tell you what he already knows you’re going to do. Trust that words like “recession” and “depression” are purely labels used to reinforce our species’ overprocessed development of social engagement we call economics and has nothing to do with how well our species will adapt to ecological changes currently in progress, such as planetary warming that goes against what should be a cooling period. The planet transforms, individual species dying away as species always do, ours doomed to eventually disappear in the grand scale of planetary history — doesn’t matter if it’s in thousands, millions or billions of years, does it? Keep on keeping on.
Foam Bow Tie
Would you wager a bet — your life’s savings — to support a project that produced ten results, only one of which was successful, a 10% success rate?
The ROI for your wager is your name and your family’s names on a plaque.
The plaque is attached to a landing craft.
The adult travelers inside the craft all die.
The eggs and embryos survive, grow and carve out a niche in the new landscape, the mini-ecosystem of the landing craft, unable to decipher, let alone pronounce the names on the plaque.
But former inhabitants of Earth have found a way to live on another celestial sphere.
That, alone, was the accomplishment of this current millennial-long civilisation we propagate and perpetuate.
More than any other civilisation before ours.
More than any other species or ecosystem.
The sole goal of life, to reproduce itself in whatever form the environment will tolerate in the eat-and-be-eaten cycle of life.
What if we sent that one-out-of-ten-success craft in a few decades from now, achieving the goal by slowing down global consumption of raw materials for a short period — several years, a couple of decades — until we jumped back into our fast dash for the latest gizmos, gadgets, family gatherings and after-hours parties?
Sure, pretty much most of us will keep supporting the rise and fall of family fortunes, business empires and geopolitical zones (a/k/a governments), because only a few lucky souls will qualify for climbing aboard the ten launch vehicles and only one craft will carry our species’ passengers all the way to another planetary body, acting as couriers.
The survivors of the craft will exist as if they live in a parallel universe, unaware of our continued great accomplishments on Earth:
- Our medical breakthroughs, such as the extension of a healthy person’s life into a third century of high-quality daily activities.
- Our flying cars, floating cities and other dreams of days gone by fully realised.
- Totally-connected thought patterns via new technology, letting those who want no privacy or have no secrets to hide to join the Hive and move our species forward/backward/sideways as one.
Our civilisation will go on for countless decades, business cycles and climate changes, prospering in the ebb and flow of new ideas that counter prevailing ideas.
Optimists and pessimists will support or deny the direction we take, without fail.
In the interim, our celestial cousins are recreating the paradise of Earth elsewhere.
You and I will never know with certainty whether our actions contribute most to the growth of life off this planet or life on this planet, regardless of the perceived benefit/detriment of our actions in the moment.
We are who we are, doing what we do to enhance our survival within the social net we’ve spread over Earth, extending tiny threads outward into space, just in case this net eventually collapses.
We can be plumbers, fashion designers, mechanics, midlevel managers, lab techs, airplane pilots, business angels or primary school students.
We create futures we see and futures we cannot imagine possible.
We may solve mathematical conundrums at age 15 or not be able to balance a checkbook, or both.
But we will find a way to move Earth-based lifeforms, including synthetic beings designed for harsh conditions on other worlds, into and out of our solar system.
The Voyager spacecraft series is one example.
The Beagle 2 is another.
So, too, Venera 9.
Is one of those or a new craft the single container that harbours beings which will adjust to their new environment and thrive?
Would a recent university graduate with a mathematics major be the one who makes a difference in which craft is the one that represents our achievements up to a point in time on Earth but for millions of years later on a different planet?
There’s only one way to find out — live in the moment with an eye on the future, using the collective wisdom of your [sub]culture as a guide, trusting your instincts to know which elders are the ones with you, your subculture, and the future of your species in their best interests.
Don’t forget to have fun. Wear a giant foam bow tie to a corporate board meeting, your wedding or your child’s secondary school graduation ceremony.
A World of Ideas, or an Idea of Worlds?
How much of what goes on in our species is necessary for you/me/us to go on?
How much more austerity is necessary for a place like Greece to endure in order to inspire real innovation for change?
Simply pouring government funds, part of which is covered in taxes, does not make those holding the vessel which collects the funds (users of the money) more efficient and thus profitable.
Terms like bonds, taxes, government treasury bills and loans float through the airwaves constantly.
And then a spacecraft, nicknamed Dragon (with many a symbolic meaning there), is grappled and floats in unison with the ISS.
Racecar mechanics race against time to prepare for the big race.
Race itself is a a term with many a symbolic meaning.
But these are words in one language.
We see terms, symbols, memes, languages, and other sets of states of energy as we see fit.
We may have a fit in the process.
The storyline of the Committee picks back up again.
We are 8.5 strong, adding PegLegs to the mix. The 0.5 has grown into the 0.65, becoming more adultlike and responsible every day — when it reaches 1.0, we remove a member from the Committee.
Attrition may place its part ahead of time.
What’s next on the Committee’s agenda?
A balancing act, of course.
Expanding our knowledge and experience in the known universe, as usual.
Always weighed against personal loss.
Celebrating the simplest of events, like digging up an old boxwood bush with a shovel and cutter mattock.
Or welcoming the 1000th guest onboard a space hotel.
Today, we finished plans for the cruise ship that travels from Earth to the Moon and back again regularly.
Frequent launches from our planet to the cruise ship allows guests to spend time in space, with many dropping to the Moon for extended holidays and business trips.
Sure, a few find the travel inconvenient, wasting valuable time commuting between laboratories where robotic surrogates cannot complete assignments in ways that our species can.
We have not totally given over our toughest jobs to robots.
Robots have not totally resigned themselves to being outside the realm of our species’ capabilities.
Long ago, we crossed the threshold where the difference between cybernetic humans and robots with human body parts is indistinguishable.
Still, there are areas of the human brain that have not been fully duplicated.
We no longer call the synergy of these areas intuition.
Instead, we focus on the data complexity and efficiency of neuron transmission and information storage within a single brain, as well as the meme set carrying capacity of [sub]cultures.
A brain does not operate in a vacuum.
But students at age three already know this.
Why am I repeating myself, then?
Good question.
I chose not to enhance my central nervous system.
I am an old man, willing to face the deterioration inherent in brain cell loss and reduced cardiovascular functionality associated with a naturally aging body.
I have never lost the thought set of self-importance. There is not a point in my narrative, like retirement or worker status/title, that indicates a change in my usefulness.
I can manage a group of hackers, police officers, counterterrorism agents and freedom fighters within the same brain. I can create crime and prevent crime in the same sentence.
I can promote diplomatic solutions and bomb innocent villages between heartbeats.
I can act the dove and the hawk, the liberal and the conservative, at the same time.
The role of the Reluctant Leader in this storyline demands no less.
Happiness is sitting quietly, thoughts spinning in and out of consciousness.
Happiness is giving orders at a rapid pace that is still too slow to keep up with the seven billion thought sets that make up our species.
Forgetfulness is part of the solution, not part of the problem, a key variable in the equation of life.
We remember so that we can forget.
We forget so that we can remember.
We create wars in order to create warriors who become heroes who create peace which fosters a need to create wars again.
Have you wondered why someone could make a profit off the taxes you have to pay your government?
Shouldn’t the profit be used to refund your taxes, not create new taxes to be paid on profit earned or siphon taxes out of your local economy?
Austerity is just a word.
Just like poverty or prosperity.
Or planetary settlements.
Ideas. Visions.
Were Spanish missions in California a mission from God?
What’s missing in that sentence?
Have geeks already inherited the earth?
Do proofreaders with pens scratch out a living?
Who is responsible to give you a job?
What is a job?
What is a living?
If the efficiencies of modern society eliminate the need for many of the seven billion of us, what do we do in the meantime?
Are we means-tested in realtime? How do we create the sense of wellbeing — usefulness — when contract work and part-time jobs are the norm for the majority?
How many of us can handle the day-to-day competitiveness of us not only against each other, but also against the excess capacity of just-in-time automated manufacturing? Or hoarded profit holdings?
Can you compete against the noise of everyday life, wanting just to be able to hear yourself, let alone find something to eat, clothes to wear and a place of your own to lay down your head and sleep?
If you had ten children, would you constantly ask, “If I only had food for two of my kids to survive, which ones would it be?” Would you love the other eight any more or less?
What about two or three billion out of nine billion?
Junior Achievement
Without a doubt, melancholy will rule the day in waves, small and large.
The storyline does not wait.
Deadlines take on a new meaning but do not change.
Today is a transition day, where family members act like archaeologists piecing together the specifics of a person’s life preserved in cryptic notes, printed emails, neighbourly comments, and sympathy cards.
Where news of the world fills headlines without fail.
Singular. Plural. Pluralities. Moralities. Light ties. Bright skies.
First edition hardback books increasing in value.
Walls covered with family photos.
Satellites spinning overhead.
Solar system settlement plans settling down.
Pop singers buried with melodies and harmonies echoing in solemn chambers.
Time to pick up the flag and carry it on, honouring my father and those who established subplots that crisscross unnoticeably.
We’ll update the signposts.
The Committee will reconvene, because committees have a joie de vivre of their own, wanting to multiply indefinitely.
You might ask, “What is next?”
For instance, how do we jail law offenders in this instant while planting seeds to prevent people from becoming law offenders in the next instant?
Who is looking at the numbers, asking why a person intentionally commits a crime and wondering how to make that person a positive influence on others before becoming an ex-convict for life?
Would mentoring that person at a younger age have prevented criminal tendencies? Does mass media have a role to play in playing down the glamour and [in]convenience of a life of crime?
Is crime a universal trait of our species just like a fox will steal a chicken from the hen house or a cow will get its head stuck in a barbed-wire fence trying to reach blades of grass just out of reach? Is a caterpillar’s camouflage a crime against nature?
When are property rights a hindrance, an enabler of criminal activity? When should laws be broken or rewritten? What is the definition of a person and thus a person’s “natural” rights?
Old thought patterns give way to new design pathways for us to put in place, setting examples to follow rather than punishments to pass out in the quest for expanding our knowledge and exploration of the universe.
A privately/publicly funded spacecraft approaches the International Space Station, a tiny step in the establishment of our species as extraterrestrial beings.
People perceive that a blind activist is traded for the sale of a movie theatre chain.
It’s time to give you the future in words and actions, not perceptions.
Time to influence youth to set goals that seem impossible today, yet readily achievable tomorrow.
Facts, rather than promises, will fill tomorrow’s headlines.
Once Upon a Time in a Warehouse…
Ever watched a fire scatter homeless people?
Are there days of the week that homeless people make more money telling their stories and asking people to help them out?
What about the 24-hour period that some call Sunday?
The dilemma of managing a storyline 1000 years into your future is remembering the ambiance, the daily tricks of the trade, the parts of your society not bothered with car bombs, assassinations, sky drone monitoring or global warming.
Your planet seems so small in retrospect.
However, telling you about interplanetary transportation issues or galactic survey crews is like telling the founders of Angkor Wat about the printing press or steam-powered locomotives — you’d understand the concept of progress but not necessarily the technological details.
So it is with a random warehouse fire like this:
Typically, you’d get reports that galactic travel machines were burned to hide the evidence of a time twist, or that mobsters were settling a old score.
No doubt, you’ll hear that homeless military veterans were lighting up a big handrolled tobacco cigar and set trash on fire by accident.
Eyewitness reports will appear that show homeless people WERE in larger numbers in the Tri-Cities on the day of the fire.
However, there’s more to the story than meets the eye.
Look carefully:
Can you tell the difference between that photo and the following two:
No?
Let’s try it again. Look at this photo and see if you can solve the mystery:
You may have to perform an analysis of the chlorophyll concentration, as well as figure out why a mother would pull her two small children out of a safe vehicle to walk toward a raging fire.
Getting warmer?
I thought so. In 1000 years, we’ll use the space where the warehouse burned for a massive experiment of species overpopulation in absence of balancing predators.
We’ll demonstrate that the excess capacity of enclosed environments — office space, hotel rooms, concert halls, church school rooms, restaurants and public/private classrooms — was put to use toward housing the homeless and turning them into productive members of the Earth-based space travel preparation programs.
I need all seven billion of us to accomplish upcoming goals.
Every milestone is critical and even the tiniest talent, from designing hospital gowns for the prevention of the spread of Klebsiella pneumoniae, to losing $2 Billion, to begging for money on the street, is important.
We’ll keep you posted.
Thanks to Doug/Deanna at Walmart; Donna, Martha, Ronnie, Debbie and more at MHVAMC; Cootie Brown’s; Oh Henry’s; Pal’s; Col. Hts. Pres. Ch. participants; Valero; Mapco; Demetrice at Cupboard BP; Pete at the Chophouse; Home Depot; Rogersville Produce Market; to be continued…
Near Earth Orbit
Trying to be sarcastic about sarcoidosis or small cell cancer doesn’t go over well with family facing my father’s deteriorating health condition.
Instead, I follow the advice, relayed, of looking up terminology and longterm acute care services through popular search engine technology.
My mother’s health, viewed closely by my sister, is at stake.
Sigh…
One whole thousand years from now, the details of this day are lost to modern memory, despite mass media portrayal of ubiquitous surveillance fighting against sousveillance.
I wonder how many people are unaware of factual existence not supported by fantasies, dreams, delusions and skewed beliefs.
Can we see without labeling?
Can we live in the moment without overlaying illusions?
How do we remove the “we” to be the [super]sets of states of energy that constantly interact?
And, in so doing, how do I help [to] direct medically-trained professionals toward resolving rather than speculating about [the root cause(s) of] the set of issues dogging my father on a daily basis?
All in an effort to clear my thoughts to focus on life decades and centuries from now through data-driven projections of fluctuating trends recorded in a blog/storyline?
First Rule of STEM School: Never, ever, extract or extend the results of conjecture and/or analysis toward infinity. Safely assume trends are at cross-purposes and will either reach equilibrium or pull one another apart. Or both. Or neither. All at the same time.
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