May, 2025; WoodenSnake; StardateUnknown

I expect to have ten to twenty more years of life and perhaps twenty more yet most definitely I will be dead by the year 2070 and perhaps by tomorrow; one never knows.  I write to give solace and to send Hope; everlasting Energy awakened, experienced as Consciousness.  If you are alive, and you are reading this, may Hope guide You.. These next fifty years will be the years of reckoning.

Most people have not yet reached the point of complete and utter awareness of the consequences of human actions and the news brims now with distractions and confusions, so some of us who have any means to grok what is happening in real time –as we careen into complete, or almost complete, destruction–  are trying to desperately prepare, strategize, or to somehow engage with our future selves; the children’s childrens.  Yet most of the time we are held in some type of distorted paralysis state of complete denial..  With time to fathom and influence, others are too lost in the distractions of urban life or rural dreams and immersed within stressors without the wisdom, or ability, to change.. The rest are people simply trying to survive, literally or emotionally, there is no denial of actuality as there is no time to think of actuality unless based on individual survival; there can be no thought of “the larger picture”.

Humans are no longer small little groups of 100.000 or so, our global population is now growing close to eight and one quarter billion. Within one hundred years, our species has expanded from essentially two billion to eight billion.  This is unfathomable to comprehend.. Us, the fifty somethings, have experienced –almost watched in action–  the winds of this logarithmic change.

It is one experience to drown within a river and another experience to watch someone drown in a river and it’s difficult to say if one is worse than the other within the moment.  It surely seems that I am among the people asked to watch one drowning, one burning, one starving, one murdered, every day, every minute, every hour.. Seemingly trapped within a type of sanctuary that is beginning to reflect an internal disintegration of absurdity, decadence, and gluttony..

Yet I am realizing, I am coming to terms, with actuality.  And I am hoping to explain just how easy it is to dance as a puppet within a tide of eight billion threads of energy, moving inward, outward, up, down, like pulsating sparks of helixing voices, each spark a human lifetime, an individual, while experiencing free will.. Free will, arguably non-existent; yet, these abstractions within the mind are weavable, relative and workable.

Thus, You, there/here, be not frightened, nor dismayed, nor fall into despair.  I hope to persuade You to live most beautifully, care most profoundly, and understand these limitations.. That perhaps one day; perhaps a future, one million years from now, our future selves, may find a perfect balance within Nature. For we have about two billion years before the atmosphere will no longer sustain life due to the eventual absorption into Sun.  There is so much time to unravel the past and learn. There is so much time to build those spaceships of Icarus and fly away into space.. This time, successfully.  So now it’s time to cease fire for a bit, slow down, try our best and accept what is coming our way as the inferno of our making rages.  There will be time later to build these space vessels; no time now to stockpile arsenals; it is time to feed and shelter.