For those old enough, the world is not what it was, that is the nature of being in time, but the present is also not like the portrayed future that we thought we were getting. If Ichabod stayed rich, I would never have written a comment, If I stayed healthy, I would be at work, not writing to avoid going outside to dig. (Clint Eastwood stares that glinting stare, “There’s two kind of people…”"and those who dig.” I’m one that has to dig I guess.)
If 100 years ago, nobody shot somebody, it would all be different, now. We have histories of lives and events, including movies, and newspapers, and there are numerous accounts that are false, just as there are accounts that carry honest observations, all biased, by one thing or another, but with so many people telling the story, it is hard to keep the story straight. And if the story stayed true to one idea or another, we might accept it as the way it was, and we call it history.
The events of the present are like history, except not all the points of view are in, so the history is more the shrill story of what is happening by whom for some reason, kind of like “Remember the Maine”, and a war came about, then another one came, then another one, then another one came and all that time for the 97 years of my mother’s life, she watched the history of her world, and tried to tell it, but it came out in pieces. How to make sense of a technological world when you were born into an agricultural life, became a nurse, got married and had kids. How many stories are like that, huh?
We imagine a future much like we imagine the past, although the past has more clues, if you are willing to dig. Can we imagine what the future brings? Just like a Western, I reckon! What could go wrong with a present like this? Gardening seems silly to many, but in a world of such certainty…Everything is fine as long as Russia doesn’t get involved in Ukraine like we have,…oil tanker leaves Libya, but doesn’t pay the check…, polio in Africa, more activists killed fighting for peasant land rights…, funny storms, people killing people, and a constant chorus of the litany of who is the enemy, so, pick a side. When we are energy independent, we might not like what that means.
So, I want to make a mockery of the mockery! As I pray to the God of empty space, like seeing the stars without a nearby light, there is more than meet the eyes. The military will not audit their books, can’t stand to have that starlight sparkle. Protecting bankers from the largest gulag, except, of course, we know everyone in jail is guilty. False flag operations, criminal operations, government operations, special operations, business interests, sultan’s interest, banker and financier interest, and because it is not all a house of cards, it will ever go forth into the future of progress, without a plastic bag to be blown in our way.
One day, long ago, we beached our rafts near limestone full of fossils. A friend looked at them and asked, “Do they still live in the river?” Laugh, and then say, those are fossils of the past, this time, it is smart humans at the controls, we’ve got everything under control, we own this world.