This time of year I enjoy (surprised more than look forward to seeing) maple trees in the lower canopy that stick out because of their manila, beige, rust-coloured leaves that haven't escaped into the new life of loam and humus.
So much so that words have no meaning to me today except for their ability to hold my attention temporarily, placeholders, fish hooks holding on to the flesh of thoughts and ideas in the states of energy that I think are me.
This planet feels tiny.
Miniscule.
All of our actions easily forgotten in the flash of a supernova or the smaller crash of solar storms against our thin atmosphere.
Those who control those who control the Committee have asked me to demonstrate powers that I have no idea what they're talking about.
Does a prism have powers?
Can a funhouse mirror change the future by changing the direction of lightwaveparticles?
Can the graceful movements of tai chi create freedom of choice in a people trapped in thought and body for generations?
Would an Ulster Scot bring Catholics, Protestants, Muslims and Jews to the same table, with Hindus and Buddhists working to eliminate the worthless emotional teachings of history so the remaining groups of emotion-based believers could join while still respecting life-affirming [sub]cultural differences?
Can you take off fear like a ragged old coat that no longer fits and needs to be churned into the compost bin?
Sitting on this mountaintop of solid-rock thought sets, looking across the valleys to titans sitting on top of piles of imaginary power in the form of money, religion, athletic skill and/or physical beauty, I rest assured that the two in the know are comfortably being told what to do with their free will.
Sure, history is being made, but who's going to write it?
If death is still death, does it matter whether a person died of torture, starvation or complications during life-extending genetic modification?
I still plan to see Earth onboard a Moon cruise ship.
I still believe we will overcome the insanity of crazed salespeople shoving stopgap measures down our throats because there's nothing else more lucrative to market to the masses.
But I am not important.
Something greater than me is.
Greater than all of us put together.
We are one point - the billions of years that led up to our existence right now - on a spiral that's designed for achieving movement by what we call the unknown.
We can't get out of our point if we can't see the point we're making.
Those who are entrenched or have vested interests will not understand, but you already know that through your subcultural training.
Have you held a mirror up to yourself to see the miniscule difference that divides you from the rest of the members of our species and the rest of the living things on Earth?
How far have you projected your thought set into the universe as you know it?
Do galaxies and superclusters act as memory locations for you?
What about the parts that you can't see but imagine are there? Have you absorbed them into your extension of self?
Does it matter if the Sun acts as a memory location for trillions of living things?
If a memory is just another interaction of states of energy, what does that say about your place in the global ecosystem?
Do you still want to own the company that depends on motivating millions of people to desire a nonessential consumable that has many in/direct negative effects on your children and the children of people and living things you don't know?
What is profit, really?
Are you willing to move your company's growth slowly enough to ensure you're benefiting more than a few people in the moment?
How do we have fun and not think about these "serious" issues in our momentary, blissful forgetfulness?
Your random acts and purposeful goals are not mine but our behaviours all belong to the set of steps to achieve goals you and I will never know about.
That's why I don't worry about which empire is collapsing and which empire is secretly financing an empire it will soon absorb into its own.
None of those matter to me.
Freedom at the individual level is all I need to measure to determine what will happen next to see which 1000-year projection it best lines up with.
After a while, the wave patterns of a planet are easy to predict, throwing out whole classes of waves that intersect and cancel each other out.
The planet is a small part of other wave interactions, some which add, some which subtract and some which cancel each other out.
At the multiuniverse level, we've already predicted which ones will cancel each other out and have discounted them from our future projections.
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Probably not.
Rare is the individual who can see 100,000, 1,000,000, or 1,000,000,000 years into the future.
Death is such a large event in our lives that we barely look past the end of our noses or maybe just as far as the reflection in the mirror.
We just want to know how we're going to put food in our mouths in the next few hours and find a decent way to take care of our families.
As usual, that's okay.
That's what we want you to want.
Which is more important to you - a diamond ring or freeing and feeding the child slaves who work the diamond mines?
You don't have to answer. Your behaviour patterns have already answered the question for us.
My grandfather always said that electricity and indoor plumbing would ruin us because we can't see where it's coming from and where it's going. He was a lot more succinct than I am.
We're such a young species, it hurts to watch our ignorance get the best of us.
Think I'll shut this down and drink a few beers to put myself in a mood of forgetfulness with everyone else.
There are no easy questions but the answers are easier than we think if we take time to think in between our rushes from one activity to another that we try to squeeze in before we die individually, assuming we care to take responsibility for the effect of our actions on others outside the thought set of whose job and company we're helping to succeed.
Enough of this lecture to self. Time to relax.
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