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A chapter from my forthcoming blog Soma Coma: HERE TODAY, GONE [...]

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A chapter from my forthcoming blog Soma Coma:


"It seems the most logical thing in the world to believe that the natural resources of the Earth, upon which the race depends for food, clothing and shelter, should be owned collectively by the race, instead of being the private property of a few social parasites."

― Ralph Chaplin *

* Ralph Chaplin…

It's a trite phrase, but its fundamental tenet is true: What's here today can be gone, tomorrow. This includes the human race aboard Spaceship Earth, your corporeal form, or my writing ― 28 books, 62 screenplays, 19 blogs and 80 "audiochapters." All of it can be swept away instantly by the forces of this Universe.

I'd find it agonizing if the decades of work I've produced, in an effort to help humanity save itself, was destroyed in less time than it takes to inhale hot particles from Fukushima. I'd conclude you'd be crushed, if you knew you'd be six feet under in 24 hours. Should our species detect an asteroid of substantial size, destined to hit Earth in less than a week, folks would be pretty fuckin' bummed.

That said, what do we expect? Have we invested time developing defense systems to protect us from the endemic forces of this Universe?

What have you done to create a back-up power grid, in case humanity's one and only shuts down?

Moreover, what would you have to bitch about, if a supervolcano erupted tomorrow, eradicating two-thirds of our race?

Have you attempted to stop it?

You haven't, even though it's possible humanity possesses the capability to ameliorate this dilemma.

"But what can I do?" you ask. "I know nothing about supervolcanoes, nor potential methods for preventing their eruption."

Correct, but there are people who do. Send them links to my blogs, download free versions of my books for them. Inform them of the truth, regarding our situation on this planet.

If you don't do any of the above, provide them access to the media of others disseminating reality. Forward them my reference sources. Research, and distribute your own findings.

You don't have to be technologically adroit to do your part. There are plenty of people who are mechanically advanced. Show them the evidence regarding our dire situation, and provide them the opportunity to help. Each person can make a monumental impact.

Again, if you fail to do so, you have nothing to bitch about, on the eve of humanity's extinction aboard this planet.

Agreed your efforts may go nowhere, and so may mine. Then again, they may make the difference between our species' extermination, and its perpetuation.

It's your choice, whether you care enough about humanity's future, or such things don't interest you.

For me, I don't have that option. I can't stop thinking about what we are, what this Universe is, exposing our real enemies, etc. My hand automatically picks up a pen, or finds a computer keyboard.

I'm incapable of ceasing, when it comes to reading articles, blogs and tomes. I've no desire to stop listening to audiobooks, or watching documentaries. Research is imperative for those eager to record reality.

Such stated, multitudinous dilemmas befall a person attempting to document the truth. One of these is determining how to preserve this information for subsequent generations.

You may ask, "Why would I care what happens to people after I'm gone? I'll no longer be here, and none of what's occurring in this paradigm affects me."

First off, if you choose this path, and you're a parent, you're a horrible one, and should put your kids up for adoption. You obviously aren't concerned about your children, nor their progeny, and so on.

Secondly, don't you wish generations before you took the time to care more deeply ― or at all, perhaps ― about the truth, and everyone's future?

If they had, you and I both know we wouldn't be languishing in this prison for our species.

You could have used the help of predecessors in paving the path for you. Because those who came prior didn't assist, or weren't successful in their efforts, you now drown in anguish. If only our ancestors had rectified the problems facing our species, prior to bringing you ― then, an innocent entity ― into this dystopian nightmare.

"The real violence is committed in the writing of history, the records of the legal system, the reporting of news, through the manipulation of social contracts, and the control of information."

― Bryant H. McGill **

** Bryant H. McGill…

As such, I've no choice but to warn those of my own epoch, and provide admonition to future eras.

Again, though, how does one accomplish such a formidable task?

Without analyzing this conundrum, it may seem a simple endeavor. That said, if you wanted to warn future generations ― or other "sentient" species roaming Earth, after humanity had departed ― how would you?

Most will simply respond, "Just write 'em a book." But what would you write the book on?

Scribing a message upon paper would be extremely ephemeral. It would only be decades, perhaps centuries, before natural forces destroyed this medium, thus demolishing the warning in it.

With a communique imparted across the ages, you'd want to make use of materials that last as long as possible ― perhaps hundreds of thousands of years. Carving a missive in steel seems a viable option, but steel rusts and disintegrates. Hence, the message would be lost over time.

Certain stones may last longer, but quite plausibly not hundreds of thousands of years. Of this, we can't be certain, since the oldest stone structures on the planet are no more than 12,000 years old, and have already weathered significantly.

How about graphene?

"What the fuck is that?" you respond, judiciously employing the word "fuck" ― obviously a fuckin' favorite of mine.

Graphene is an ultra-light, carbon-based substance 100 times stronger than the most robust steel. Discovered in 2004, this nearly transparent material may hold promise, but we haven't had 100,000 years with which to test its durability, nor its longevity.

In addition, production of graphene ― in sizable amounts ― currently eludes humans. *** ****

*** New Discovery Could Unlock Graphene's Potential…

**** Unlimited Graphene…

If you were able to solve the problem of longevity, where would you store this warning to our descendants?

You'd want a sheltered location, since objects exposed to the elements will deteriorate more rapidly than those protected from the forces of nature. Perhaps a subterranean repository would be optimal.

That said, how do you guarantee earthquakes, insects, soil acidity, etc., wouldn't desecrate your words of warning?

When it comes to containers ― within which to store your message ― would some sort of time capsule work best?

The Crypt of Civilization was created between 1937 and 1940. In it, artifacts exemplifying society up to that point, were placed in a 2,000 cubic-foot, airtight chamber. The architects of this room intended for the contents within to last until 8113 AD ― when the crypt is scheduled to be opened.

First off, who knows who, or what, will be around ― including Earth, itself ― that far down the line? In addition, this capsule is constructed within the bowels of a building at Oglethorpe University, in Brookhaven, Georgia. Do you honestly believe the edifice in question ― let alone said indoctrination institution ― will be present over 6,000 years from now?! ***** ****** *******

***** Crypt of Civilization…

****** Do Not Open Until 8113!…

******* Life After People — Season 2, Episode 3…

Moreover, the locations of so many time capsules ― buried in the past ― have already been lost. Landscapes change, parking lots are constructed where buildings once stood, inadequate records are kept, etc.

Hence, how are folks supposed to preserve artifacts for 100,000 years, or more? We're havin' a hard time findin' shit we buried a few decades ago.

Even if this modality proves viable, how do you convey your message? Who knows what language will be used by humans that far in the future? Homo sapiens may no longer exist, at that point. As a result, what form of communication, if any, would be the medium amongst another species?

This is a conundrum being addressed by those building Onkalo ― Finland's only repository for said "country's" radioactive waste. The facility in question is scheduled to be completed sometime well after the year 2120.

Architects of this subterranean structure are struggling to figure out how to create signage that will warn future generations from entering, or tampering with, this facility. º

º Wikipedia — Onkalo…

We're currently storing most our historical records in temporary fashion. So much information explaining what we're doing is saved on computers. It's virtual. If the Internet, the Cloud, or our electrical power source is terminated, we lose all records of who we are, and how we're conducting ourselves.

So, how do you warn future societies "countries" don't exist, and if fuckheads show up, asserting they do, you'll find it beneficial to circumvent these assholes?

How do we apprise subsequent cultures that we placed psychopaths in charge of our stewardship, and were exterminated, as a result?

What does one do to caution forthcoming generations from following anybody referring to themselves as a king, president, senator, queen, or simply "authority?"

By storing so much of our history on the Internet, we're setting the stage for no record of us ever having existed. Say our lone power grid went down. All blogs and online articles would no longer be available to those who roam the planet after us.

What's more, if said electrical source wasn't provided subsequent, all that information about who we were would be lost. Blogs are nothing but 0s and 1s on a computer screen. These records have no physical forms.

We're a temporary culture. Perhaps our predecessors were, as well. Could they have kept such transitory records they eventually disappeared without a trace?

Is that what happens every hundred thousand years, or so? The slate is wiped clean, and the forces of creation play another game with some other lab rat?

I know these publications can be depressing, but they don't have to be. How can you eradicate a problem, if you don't know there is one? That's more difficult than being a conjoined twin, and having a one inch prick, while your attached sibling is danglin' 14 inches of blood sausage between his legs.

— Hugh Mungus
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