A notebook bulletin board
tacked on when randomly bored
applied thoughts in a scribblebook
open for the world to look who passes by
so fast to see like a needle in a haystack we
safely stash those innermost secrets thought to be
at least you see languishing up and into pristine
blossoms for you to pick and sniff and hope
they don't make you sick.


BORNE AGAIN [Notes Toward Being]

Around what new bends of the human experience could we plot a new story? 

What's the difference between an old story and a new one?

What if 5 different versions were told, of 5 different ways the same (old/new) story turned out?

What if 1 story were told--that of the 1 way all stories end up?

(This hints at the question of perspective. From what or whose perspective is the story being told? And for whom or what?)

If the fantastical story has reflected our present (or slipping away into historic) reality (as classic science fiction, for example, has functioned) would it be possible (or even desirable) to tell a story that does not? My answer is yes, because of our inherent fascination with (not to mention fear of) the unknown.

In order to write a story which effectively reveals the truly unknown it would take rendering one's imagination in a form previously unthought of. 

In order to even begin venturing beyond our established borderlines of the known, it would have to be determined what the elements of the known primarily consist of.

We're familiar with these tropes thanks to the enduring work and studies of the likes of Carl Jung, Joseph Campbell, and the great philosophers, poets, scientists, and writers of our time. 

To begin with, time itself must be subjected to the scrutiny which reveals its nature in relation to space and their intersection with ourselves. 

The computational power of the human brain may be seen as an ultimate reflection of the cosmos itself, just as the sophisticated complexity of a single leaf may remain comparable to that of humankind's most advanced technology. 

Are dreams and death the only things which may unlock our bond to this current paradigm of ours? Imagination appears to be another possibility. It not only invites us to, but dares us to think up something new. Something which lies just around the bend. In a direction that was never foreseen.

Because that's exactly how impending reality arrives and manifests. 

Perhaps strange new stories that should never happen need to be written in order to try to see to it that they don't ever come to fruition. 

Stories help us navigate our way together into the unknown. By reiterating the familiar old stories, we help triangulate our location and position during this voyage. By invoking uncanny new tales, we help decide which way to point and steer our exploratory ship forward, and which ways to avoid. 

Story telling appears to remain a necessary key by which we may unlock and attain our destiny. Come with me and I'll take you to a place where the most wonderful science fiction thriller tales are available online to read for free, simply follow the hyperlinked image below to the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction and nevermind the suspended artwork: that will eventually make a slow comeback. Read away. They're only words after all. 


The Re-Ionization of Methuselah

The recent article about Methuselah, the oldest star in our galaxy, over forty billion years old, shows how it's dated as being roughly 650 million years older than the universe itself. 

Whether this be the skewed results of the differential between an age ascribed to a collective based on averaging the sum of its stars, or if its one of those inexplicable quantum paradoxes, who knows?

But I can't help but note the similarity in age difference between Methuselah and the known universe.

The first galaxies appeared after roughly six and a half million years or so, towards the end of the re-Ionization epoch. 

Could one of those first early galaxies possibly have been our own?

Unless Methuselah were found to be a wandering star, left over from the end of the re-Ionization epoch. Perhaps only certain stars, extremely rare across the universe, manage to survive long enough to evolve past a nomadic stage in their development. There could be a case built for extragalactic stars within our own Milky Way, having rolled on over here from their former courses.

What does our oldest star tell us about ourselves that we don't already know?

Now I think it was four years ago that it was revealed new calculations show Methuselah is not older than the universe, after all.  Unless this more recent article's intent remains to censure the quantum contradictions whose original calculations prove correct yet whose ministration into mass consensus must perforce be strained through a proper medium, if you will.  And even if we won't. You get the picture. This line of reasoning isn't malevolent nor with a microgram of bitter intent. It's just the way my thinking went. Note to self. Look up more information about the star Methuselah and contrast and compare patterns with anything else that may be triggered to mind.  



Image credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA

Humans have been dwelling around a Population One star for longer than memory can hold. Population Zero stars (by extension and in my fanciful imagination) include all the yet-to-be-born or much younger stars, either still forming or in the galactic process of preparing to give birth to their respective spinning systems; in other words, all the extraterrestrial civilizations potentially out there will naturally come to follow in the wake of our own existence. In a world where travel to other populated stars and their planetary colonies remains a challenging consideration to say the least (or perhaps merely an unreachable dream) there may linger a contiguous possibility of contact with beings yet to manifest in spacetime. It involves the crucial matter of continuing to survive. Talk about getting ahead of ourselves. Never mind. The way forward involves lucid dreaming. Consider the irony that our dream to reach the stars, while potentially not practical in the physical sense, might be transcended by our focus on actually dreaming in order to initiate contact.

A Population Zero Star would be the type, super rich in metals of course, that will soon spawn a good brood of exoplanets that will one day potentially host their own civilization or life-forms. (Remember that here and now, on Earth, we circle about a Population One Star.) Do the math. The best we could do toward establishing some form of contact with a possible extraterrestrial civilization or pristine alien ecology, at least in my view, would be to send a remote sensor device to that system that will monitor its ongoing situation. Of course the main problem with that would be the human race may not survive long enough to begin receiving the feedback. If we did manage to survive that long, by the time that life form's monitored feedback appeared on our radar, they'd be mere hatchlings in contrast to our far more ancient species. They would be newly emergent beings from 'nonexistence' into becoming their very own Population One star life forms. In a super accelerated dream time-sense, communication with this sentience may be possible, and certainly worthwhile attempting. Something of our essence may be imprinted upon them if we were to succeed in contacting them somehow through dreams, for instance. Who knows? They might end up becoming somewhat familiar with us by that method. We could devote ourselves to trying this long distance dream communication. By shouting forward down the right track, we just might put a "whisper into their caboose", so to speak. Again, who knows? We might haunt them yet. Think about what it means to be haunted.

The point which remains actively constructing itself as we move along these mysteriously configured celestial pathways together (our potential distant solar neighbors and ourselves) shows how we're separated by aspects of space and time as we somehow manage to each exist independently disassociated from one another. Our very electromagnetic nature may keep us discrete from one another, rather than a perceived failing in our nurtured capacities. Being surrounded every moment by the living void may incur both terror and wonder if pondered over enough, until one makes the connection that by the same token, there may also not be that much to this tangible something of our bodies, minds, and lives. Existence: what, exactly, does it appear to be? There's the rub: appearance must be relegated to that which we perceive. It may just as easily appear to us that we aren't merely scaled-down sentient bipeds in a colossal "cosmarium" (cosmic aquarium) so much as it may turn out that we're actually the entire cosmos itself--experiencing a case of confused identity.

We may not necessarily be able to engage in a practical discussion about things such as interstellar travel and the search for extraterrestrial life for the fundamental reason that life itself, insofar as how we've chosen to define it, may more realistically equate to the entirety of the cosmos plus the surrounding void itself, rather than the limited viewpoint of any one of its microscopic, individual bipedal components. As we unpack the quantum information still streaming in at our disposal (which Einstein greatly facilitated our comprehension of), the strange dynamic of our position within the spacetime continuum in relation to the remainder of our sprawling cosmos should crystallize in our minds and gain more focus over time.

Toward this end I have enjoyed ruminating over various ideas I've had, such as the Law of Inversion (which generally states that truth is usually closer to the opposite of what we assume it to be) with its ties in counter-intuition, and now my POPULATION ZERO idea posits to both resolve the Fermi Paradox as well as provide an ideal designation for the actual location of potential extraterrestrial civilizations or ecologies. Taking relativity into account, if alien wildlife were to appear not with but before and after us in time, then by definition all the old Population II stars and even older Population III stars and their respective life-forms would've gone extinct long before our own inception here, now leaving only stars forming in the wake directly after us which could conceivably become hosts to extraterrestrial civilizations or life-forms, thus neatly rendering their designated area as "Population Zero" stars; solar systems that are yet to be born and mature. Current population: zero.