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.


Focusing on Context


    If the future represents death (and there's no doubt that it does) then a re-examination of the present becomes necessary for us to gain a better understanding of the actual context of our position among the stars.  

   Now that we've outlined time as having necessarily produced a myriad pockets of equilibrium by virtue of the revolutionary actions of solar systems either functioning independently or in tandem (depending on whether or not they belong to a larger cluster of stars), we've identified the galactic region in which we dwell as being located within a barycentric zone where time achieves an equipoised stability or composure that effectively produces the era in which we are sustainably permitted to live out our lifespans. 

   It's this epoch of counterpoised stabilization generated by the massive gravitational flux from either our own individual Sun or quite possibly including the cluster of related stars which should be seen as being tantamount to a sort of pool or reservoir, if you will, which is to say, a temporal body or zone of the spacetime continuum in which we are nestled. An area of sufficient harmony to have produced the serenity of life as we know it.  

   As a collective species, and despite all of our significant advancements in science and technology, I am left with the distinct impression that we are still psychologically trapped within the limited subjective scope of our view into having mistakenly projected our inherent (and indigenous) sense of three dimensions onto the canvas of what we consider to be "outer space." I suspect this may be the precise point at which we lose focus of our actual condition in the Milky Way galaxy. (It can be duly noted that we've even gone so far as to implement the word "space" as the primary noun we've modified with the word "outer".)  

   If we are to facilitate our progress moving forward in terms of continuing to discover the true context of our existence here on this planet on a scientific basis, it will become necessary for this newfound insight into the actual nature of our condition to become more commonly understood.  The reason for this is because the very point of our divergence from what's actually happening begins with our false presumption that the whole of space follows the same guiding proportions and measurement as does the vacuole of our atmosphere on Earth provide.  

   These are entirely distinct phenomena from each other while remaining parts and parcel of the whole. This pocket of air we breathe on Earth generated from our planet's spin and rotation about our central star resulting from the complex interaction of the fungal and vegetable kingdoms with elements such as light and water producing photosynthesis and generating life as we know it all happens within the more or less sealed or semi-impermeable bubble shielded from radiation by the interactive magnetic fields from both our Sun and home planet.   

   A better comprehension of these life-sustaining dynamics would perforce allow us as a species to discard whole reams of spurious thought which have been leading us on toward impossible pipe dreams and excess wastes of time, energy and money chasing our dreams in the wrong direction.  For example, we don't waste our precious reserves of time and energy trying to "seek alien life" or "expand space exploration" through the portals of hot springs, do we?  

   Of course not, because not only is the very notion absurd, but that's because we have an inherent understanding about hot springs and their limited function for us. We may immerse our bodies into them to relax in the heat and enjoy the benefits of soaking in their minerals, and that's about the extent of it.  I've come to the inevitable deduction that similarly, the deep fields--or ocean, if you will--of time represented by the vast distances between stars remains more along the lines of something we can certainly on occasion "go for a brief dip into the surface of" (as has been proven repeatedly by our stalwart astronauts) but by all means may end up quite likely being the case that going too much further (for example heading into interstellar space as the Voyager crafts have been remotely sent into) may remain the very antithesis of what we should aspire to do.   

   I am not saying that this is certain. If anything, the expanse delineated by that zone in our region of space defined by our "temporal barycenter" has it's own limits which may serve as the boundaries which we would no sooner think of crossing than we would surgically implant a foot on the side of our head. There's a very good chance that our entire solar system should be open to our expansion:  just think of all the dwarf planets orbiting the gas giants, including Ceres which NASA recently discovered has more water on it than all of Earth's oceans combined.  

   We really need to get a better mental grip and gain a renewed objectivity by focusing our perspective on the context of our position in the galaxy before we waste too much more money, time and energy pursuing fruitless endeavors. It's a matter of getting our priorities in the right order. Why should we focus an extraordinary and unprecedented amount of money, time and energy trying to terraform Mars to make it hospitable for human habitation when that same money, time and energy could be shifted toward cleaning up and making our own planet once again hospitable to sustain biodiversity? 

   But then again, we can't really advance that far as a species without trial and error, I suppose. I really do believe nothing's impossible. Mainly because the prefix "im-" may be interpreted as meaning "before," which reveals a significant understanding of the word as simply indicating something that is "not yet possible." 

   If our imaginations may conjure such apparent miracles as the dawn of aviation and space flight to the Moon and make them tangible realities, then let this serve as a reminder that it can work both ways, which is to say that we may also conceive of the true significance and context of such mysteries as the cosmos yet holds in store for us, so that we may be more optimally prepared to both confront what's necessary and to avoid what isn't expedient at all costs.  




Time To Get Going


   Until we better define the parameters of our experience together we'll continue devaluing the richness of our currency here. The problem has to do with a mistaken assumption and consequently unrealistic expectation of what the nature of our true setting happens to be. Our place's aspect to it remains largely inconsequential, when you consider our position from another angle. It's only time that we're actually located within. Our misunderstanding of our place in time results in the margin of error of an entire world. Think about it. 

   The definition of our world should not be limited to just the planetary mass known as Earth. That just happens to be a province of the forest we are born and buried in. Our world should more be defined as an electrifying continuum in which we are still processing the activity of our existence, more of the environmental aspect of a living colony yet undergoing evolutionary transmutations. 

   See, the idea of 'place' itself got cemented into place once upon a time, as it were, when the conceits of stories began getting taken too seriously by the glitterati modus operandi, which is to say,  you and I and everyone else who's been taken along for that ride. In a major sense the human condition is defined by the gilded stage. We are a creature so fascinated by mystery that we begin to believe in our own stories handed down through the generations. We're beings that look into the mirror of history and more often than not see fabrication and lies, being distracted from  Pardon the digression, back to my narrative. 

   An understanding of our proper setting being exclusively on the stage of time could improve matters wholescale. Since time equals distance, any travel away from our stellar region amounts to actual time travel (where in direct opposition to this phenomena, for example, the position of Earth serves as the lack of time travel). The capacity for this time travel remains relative to the point defining it. In other words, there should exist a vicinity which amounts to an amorphous aggregate comprised of not necessarily just our own solar system, but potentially that of a clutch of star systems, which together comprise a gravitational barycenter. That zone where time slows to a virtual stop or reaches a state of equilibrium.  

   Travel away from this barycenter necessarily heads into the future, or at least, that much closer towards it would be the least one could say. Make no mistake about it, the future is not next year when our stocks might go up, and the future's not in a hundred years when massive social evolution may or may not improve civilization by a remarkable degree; no. The real future is nothing but death


Nested Conjectures

art by Greg Davis

   In questioning old assumptions, we are led down the pathway which eventually gets us closer, presumably, to addressing the full list of what we've incorrectly surmised and which yet remains to be corrected.  For instance, as an arbitrary starting point, not that long ago we assumed time and space were separate. Eventually we have been led to realize (thanks to Einstein and Minkowski) they are part of the same continuum.  Of course, if we take this example to its furthest conclusion, we might then recognize that so too does everything else in creation (which we have labeled with names) in actuality exist as one holistic entirety. 

   Really its just a matter of our disciplining ourselves to understand that all the aspects of this singularity we refer to as our universe have merely been labeled by us for its seemingly disparate parts.  Of course it's important for us to recognize the difference between all of these parts, for a host of reasons I don't really need to get into.  Suffice it to say that this whole we ourselves appear to be parts of may continue operating (executing its program, if you will) for an extremely long and indefinite period of time, just as it has been doing so for an equally incommensurable period.  One might even seize this moment to remark, "perhaps there's no 'it' to 'have been doing' anything," an indication that one would have at least trained themselves to sharpen their own questioning of former assumptions to an even finer razor's edge. 

   There are many among us who have inferred that eternity must be real and that we as living incarnations of beings perceiving this universe by split-mind objectification must necessarily deal with the extremely realistic illusion that makes it appear as if we are separate from everything surrounding us. That our mortality itself may be defined as a temporary escape from the preternatural or unknown condition pertaining to the "void of nonbeing" or whatsoever the other side of our present actuality may have once been.  

   One of the important take-away lessons from following this line of thinking is learning where to spot our presumptions about existence in order to redress and improve our comprehension of it. For example, there may not be an "other side" to our present condition.  This leads to my next point, which is the continuation of the theme first touched upon when we determined that "time" and "space" aren't separate at all but better understood as a continuum wherein those aspects of it we've labeled "time" and "space" are just parts seamlessly combined into a greater whole. 

   The first mistake we tend to make becomes a signifier which we then repeatedly tend to make after we've moved on to further matters of perception.  As alluded to before, if we take the idea of the entire universe as a singularity which every individual human and all of creation merely happen to be parts of, then we put ourselves in a position exceeding our capacity to remain comfortable with insofar as thinking about how it all interrelates in a manner best suited to prolong our capacity to survive within it.  This brings us right back to the necessity of having fashioned language in order for us to measure and describe each of our circumstances' various parts so that we might better comprehend our place within the world. 

   There appears to remain a capacity to continue refining our process of discarding anachronistic premises and replacing them with upgraded ones.  For instance, proximity and distance are prime factors here on Earth where we must calculate measurements which display how far away certain places are from one another, and how long it may take us to cross from one point to the other. We then take this conception of 'distance' and 'time' and project it to outer space, naturally assuming that the same process of traveling across the globe here on Earth would apply itself to our preconceived wish to travel the distances in between stars. Seldom do we seem to stop and consider that this may not actually be the case. Just take a look at humanity's common aspiration to colonize other planets, be they in our solar system or beyond. For all we know, those interstellar regions we'd like to explore remain off-limits for a variety of reasons we haven't fathomed yet. 

   It occurs to me that even if we successfully empty our minds of the outmoded postulations that time and space are separate (never mind for the moment the idea that trees, lava, insects, humans and the wind only appear separate by virtue of the illusion we're immersed in) we still have a tendency to continue applying the supposition of duration to time itself.  What is duration if not distance across time? And just what is distance in proximity to the stars if not time itself? Our vast collection of misguided supposals seems to get bigger until it begins to resemble a giant museum, where antiquated relics of thought get to hang out and collect dust. Even our brand newly re-designed concepts of spacetime--which is to say, time itself--could stand for further revisions and fine tuning once we realize that its capacity to be rendered into shorter or longer increments--i.e, that 'distance' we've superimposed upon the nature of time--may be yet another dimensional aspect of our preliminary assumptions that requires further adjustment if we are to reach a better understanding of our true nature.


[a page from old notes]

We see the sun's image
cast from far ago & long away,
but the light took this long
to get to our eye so what
we actually see IS NOT DEAD
is that final LIVING IMAGE
that is still ALIVE.

the stars in the sky.

They see the light of our Sun
as it was a million years ago.
so, stars are nothing but
old silent films; and suns
are living current entities.

~ end note ~

More apparently by a star's old light
can we see what we really are at night

image courtesy of NASA in the public domain

When you twist around and look behind to catch a glimpse of what you are 
And wish upon a terrible blind and shattered star to get re-knit and travel back
To a dream of old when shadows thrown by candle lit docks haunted our walks
Late at night in the woods on a lone cold mountain under moonlight in the wind
Out in the wild lucid stillness gracing the eye of the storm focused right on you 
Staring back in its face locked pupils reflecting each other across infinite space 
Completing a circuit repeatedly in time and weaving a spiraling loop in a rhyme
With the rhythm of blossoming open mutations starred adrift in evolution's wink
Do you get a thrilling sensation of wonder crawling up and around your own spine
Realizing in a moment of unforgettable awe that's the tail end of the singular aura
That can only be said to be yours and mine spread across this universe we've found
Won't ever be borrowed for sometime tomorrow because the past and future don't exist
Only this present unfolding moment rolling on in the spectrum of our electric dreams
Can possess us fully to reconsider flexing the fingers of our body in a glove without seams
Not worn by anything other than what it is that we happen to be here at the moment
Conjuring metaphors in alphabetical code to flash the signals and move down the road



(Imaged by the Event Horizon Telescope (10 April 2019))

   My view of the universe and how we as a species may have come into being has significantly changed over the years.  Thirty years ago I mused over the possibility that the theory of panspermia (as postulated by Francis Crick) may have something to it.  That life here may have been seeded by extraterrestrial forces appealed to my burgeoning sense of curiosity, as a young man.  What I've come to understand since then is that it all lies in the particular manner by which this process may be achieved.   

   Fifteen years ago or so I began thinking more along a planet-centric view: that all life here including ourselves (despite intriguing clues presented by Sumerian cuneiform mythology concerning Ea and Enlil having engineered our race long ago after having arrived here from their Planet-X or whatnot) must've originated right here on Earth. 

   During this final month of 2019 (at the age of 54) I experienced a eureka moment concerning our origins and formation. Having considered how our galaxy and solar system may have formed (from around the quasar / black hole  / 'Sagittarius  A' radio source at its center) and having mused over the teachings of one of my heroes Thich Nhat Hanh ("human beings are comprised of non-human elements") the proverbial light bulb has flicked on in my mind like a supernova. 

   Considering the law of conservation of mass and energy and the second law of thermodynamics along with the larger-view picture of our universe still in motion and continuing its majestic dynamic evolution over time, I now have discarded the aforementioned theories of our origins as seeming, if not more jejune, at least more incomplete in their overall conception.  

   Further reasoning along the lines of my Law of Inversion (a counter-intuitive mode of analysis based on attempting to remain congruent with dynamics operating at the quantum level) has assisted my eureka moment into concurring with my latest revelation. Taking into account that SETI's search for signs of extraterrestrial life have thus far turned up empty-handed, and moreover inasmuch as the so-called Fermi Paradox remains unresolved, I now have a rather clear idea formed in my mind as to the resolution that all these mysteries concurrently point toward. 

   Our species and all life on this planet (as connected as we are to the DNA running through the whole system) may in fact be a summation of an eternal process having begun an unimaginable period of time ago which continues to blossom throughout the universe and repeatedly die off / shed its old skins in spectacular supernovas which reinstate through the production of black holes and quasars into new formations of analogous states of existence corresponding to our own and which we ourselves remain at the electromagnetic center of the spectrum in a relative manner resulting in the paradox of our own perceptions necessarily achieved through visible light and a stereo-optic split-mind objectification of the cosmos(which we imagine surrounds us but in reality lies more or less within us; that is, within the total system of which we are but microbes upon the expanding surface of)a cosmos constantly dying off and becoming reborn along a proximity of the continuum we currently belong to.  To wit: one reason both the Fermi Paradox and SETI remain unresolved in our minds is because we've been seeking to understand them in an antipodal mode.  In other words, the signs of extraterrestrials in actuality lie within our own bodies and manifested within all life on Earth at the micro-cellular level. The reason for this is because, as I mentioned above, all life on our planet at this current time of our animation remains a sum result set of cosmic processes still in the course of development. 

   This epiphany I've just been triggered into experiencing will continue to divulge more discoveries about the nature of our reality, I'm rather certain, for the remainder of my relatively limited lifespan here.   Stay tuned to this blog for more information as it becomes inloaded to my consciousness.  Thanks for subscribing or lurking and reading my posts, and be sure to share them since I figure it can't hurt for more people to be subject to my wild ruminations and thinking process about our presence in this most curious membrane of our expanding universe. The main reason I got this far in my philosophizing is because I kept on asking questions and never settled on any one given answer. The more one practices this art, the better one gets at recognizing the faults inherent to most of our questions, thus allowing for our improvement at discarding the spurious inquiries in order to begin asking new and even more appropriate ones.  In this manner we may be led closer to, and not stray farther from, the relativistic truth at the crux of the matter concerning our essence.  

detail of a digital image analysis of my cornea
(the white flare shows my cornea is torn)


Working Toward a Fermi Paradox Resolution

art by Greg Davis

   I will try my best to demonstrate how the so-called "Fermi Paradox" has already been resolved, or at the very least, remains a matter of having asked the wrong question. 

   When we factor in the quantum realm along with the actual nature of the spacetime continuum, certain aspects prove to be counter-intuitive; which is to say, paradoxical.

   Heraclitus has already pointed out that we may never step into the same  river twice. But what does that mean? Try to think of it this way. 

   The universe (an expression of electromagnetism) remains rather like a river, except it flows in all directions--that is, one trajectory: outward (since everyone already knows there's no orientation (up, down, left, or right) in outer space--and it does so at the speed of light, constantly expanding.

   This is precisely why all the countless extraterrestrial beings that have existed and will continue to come into existence have little, if any, hope of communicating with one another (much less making physical contact). If we gather our wits and focus on the matter better, in the future we may discover electromagnetic traces, that is, a sort of galvanic fossil evidence of their existence. 

   The scientific-minded have overlooked the startling fact that by the method of inference ( a type of faith) we may correctly deduce the existence of countless alien civilizations and life forms having almost certainly proliferated throughout the universe; all of which have at least one thing in common, which is sharing a relatively solitary existence. 

   I rest my case (or should I say--for the moment, I place a bookmark in my casebook files).

{to be cont.  See my 4 postscripts below for a general summation.} 

~Shaun Lawton
December 12, 2019
The Year of the Replicant




   The Oort cloud is an area of debris divided into two regions surrounding our Sun, first the disc-shaped inner formation much closer to us (called the Hills cloud) and secondly the more spheroid shaped outer formation much farther away (the Oort cloud proper).  The distances these formations are positioned from our Sun have been speculated to range from 2,000 AUs to as far as 200,000 AUs (.03 to 2.3 light years). This cloud of orbiting ephemera is comprised predominantly of icy planetisimals.  

   To provide an idea how far from our Sun these theoretical formations of barren, frozen matter are, keep in mind that both the Kuiper belt and the scattered disc (the remaining  two reservoirs of TNOs) are less than one-thousandth as far from the Sun as the Oort cloud. The outer limit of the Oort cloud defines the cosmographical boundary of our solar system. 

   If the map is not the territory, then cosmography does not define the dominion of outer space. It is hypothesized that centaurs and comets most likely originate from somewhere in the Oort cloud.  Centaurs were named due to their sharing characteristics of both asteroids and comets. They are small solar system bodies whose orbits are perturbed by the gas giants. It is estimated there may be as few as 44,000 of them to as many as 10,000,000.  The first centaur to be discovered is called 944 Hidalgo. It was first observed the same year that Pluto was, in 1920.  It took another fifty-seven years before the centaur named 2060 Chiron was spotted (in 1977), indicating there may be a population of them.  The largest known centaur is named 10199 Chariklo. It orbits our Sun between Saturn and Uranus, grazing the orbit of Uranus.  It was discovered in 1997, twenty years after 2060 Chiron. Seventeen years after that, by observing a stellar occultation in the year 2014, 10199 Chariklo was revealed to have two rings, and became the first minor planet known to have rings.  It's potentially a dwarf planet with a diameter of 252 km. The orbits of centaurs are dynamically unstable which leads eventually to their ejection from our solar system.  

   It is theorized that the outer Oort cloud is only loosely bound to our solar system. If so, it would therefore be easily affected by the force of gravity from passing stars and our galaxy itself. It's speculated that these combined gravitational forces will occasionally dislodge these outer planetary bodies and send them toward our inner solar system.  

Termination Shock

   The cavity in the encompassing interstellar medium formed by our Sun is called the heliosphere. It's like a vast bubble continually inflated by plasma emitted from our star. The termination shock is that point in our heliosphere where the solar wind slows down to subsonic speeds because of interactions with our direct interstellar medium. The termination shock is believed  to exist at about 75 to 90 AUs from the Sun.  


   If we use our penchant for breaking down the cosmos about us into constituent parts in an effort to understand and then ironically achieve something closer toward the opposite of comprehending, then it goes without saying we could potentially incorporate a trick to spur on a more genuine sense of knowing the real nature of our surrounding universe.  Beginning with the tantalizing clue embodied by the word "surrounding," we may begin our odyssey of exploration by inverting our assumption that the universe"surrounds" us and instead, imagine that it exists somehow within our own hologrammatic superstructure that we've come to misleadingly refer to as "outer space."  

   Working back from this proposition, we might then adroitly leap to the extraordinary consideration that regardless of there being "billions and billions" of stars and galaxies in existence (a mere quantification), perhaps the true quality of nature encompasses everything as one singularity (of which the stars are mere cells of a larger colony or organism). If this were to be the case, well then of course this singular presence practically defies our ability to fathom its total nature. Yet we might make headway by contemplating that so-called 'existence' implies the possibility of 'non-existence'--an implication which itself must be held suspect due to our already having conceded to the possibility our knowledge of subsistence may be both limited and off-base enough from the startling picture as to more or less be cataloged as incorrect.  Here is where the very equilibrium of our grasp lies threatened, because certain words (like "nothing," for example) point toward that which we are fundamentally incapable of processing with a suitable degree of rational coherence. Such are the consequences of the relativity of our position in the quantum realm. 

   Since our seemingly thorough scrutiny of the nature of our own planet through the lens of science has revealed many relative facts that we have measured and duplicated with enough experimentation to at least provide us with a stable enough platform by which we have perceived some of the elemental forces at work here upon this third planet orbiting our local star, we are at least offered an opportunity by which we may, perhaps, envision a model closer to the beating heart of reality. The idea that the entire universe may be connected by vast, electromagnetic umbilical cords threading through the manifestation of quasars and black holes in the form of plasma before it cools down enough to transmogrify into the baser quantum states of gases, liquids, and solids which we find ourselves both surrounded by and comprised of ourselves may occur to any thinking beings whose attention spans for such meticulous thought exercises aren't too limited to consider more fully than before.  

   Our being immersed in this smattering of celestial "trees" begins to immediately cloud our minds to this cosmic "forest" of which we appear to be just individual dwellers.  Sometimes I consider the skein of blue sky to be the membrane which better represents our own skin than the single largest organ of the human body itself does, and I find myself imagining if this translucent barrier were to be crossed, would it result in an inversion of perception where everything we formerly imagined to be right-side-in were in actuality wrong-side-out, and by that I mean to suggest our incarnation as necessarily being equipped with bicameral minds which process the stimuli about us by virtue of split-mind objectification may result in a binary paradigm of perception that limits true comprehension of our emergent situation to a more manageable disposition of preconception; i.e, a condition tantamount to an ignorance that we may only slowly, if at all, occasionally begin to grow out of before reaching the individual limits of our respective tethers to the ground of being. 

   The fruition of this predilection manifests in the form of awakened Zen masters and poets or ardent disciples of ontological philosophy in the process of attempting to master abstract logic and concrete ideologies. It's been suggested as well as outright stated in various human belief systems that knowledge itself may be "the forbidden fruit" which we are advised to refrain from indulging in, a reference that in and of itself may point to the dark heart of our paradoxical situation of having been granted not only existence here in this present domain but also the ability to perceive it. It's been hinted that what defines our materiality would be better expressed in terms of information than matter itself as we are accustomed to thinking of it. 

   To understand the universe of matter as being information itself and our awareness of it as a mere reflection of that appears to beckon some human acolytes of accuracy onward in their search for meaning. As an ardent supporter of these notions, it's now occurring to me after all these extensive considerations that the best thing I might do for myself as I seem to approach the very threshold of apprehension in order to glimpse that obscure and glossy impression of the fruit borne of this personal quest, would be to all of a sudden cease and desist with continuing to reach out for this harvest of wisdom, and to turn my mind away from it, recalling the urgency of that alleged commandment still echoing from various sacred texts we've become familiar with over many generations. Although this information appears to have presented itself enough for me to be aware of its presence, I must consider the occluded nature of my general awareness remains enshrouded in doubt, if not near total blindness. And we all know what they say about ignorance. This may be just one of the reasons it can hurt to dream.   


Exalted Dominion


    As of this moment, late in the year 2019, it's been stated that sixty-five percent of our planet remains unexplored.  More than eighty percent of our oceans have been alleged to remain unmapped, unobserved, and unexplored. Most of our world's species, they say, remain undiscovered.  It's estimated today that there are 8.7 million species on the planet (6.5 million on land and 2.2 million in the oceans).  Yet only one and a half million species have been discovered to date.  Take a moment to let this all sink in. 

   Current extinction rates mean that many unknown organisms will cease to exist before we can even discover them.  If our planet were compared to a giant cake with the frosting representing all the species on it, then humanity has barely even licked a tiny portion of the frosting throughout our existence.  One conclusion to be drawn from this data is that extinction events become moot points for us. 

   Think of it this way. We're all going to die anyway. Okay, let's say, for the sake of argument, there was no extinction event going on at all. Nonetheless, the overwhelming majority of species on this planet would not be discovered by us during our lifetimes.  So although a massive extinction event is most certainly underway even as we live out our relatively short human lifespans here today, when considering this in a relative manner, it should be readily apparent how inconsequential all of this information really becomes. This is one reason I believe that one of the greatest diseases we suffer from is knowledge itself. 

   Think about it all you want, or for however long it takes you to realize what I'm trying to relate. I'm stating you should shut your eyes to see clearly. I'm suggesting we are all dreaming wide awake. Mass extinctions on the level of multiple holocausts are occurring every time we blink our eyes. The next time you open your eyes think about this. All of these mass extinctions going on right now are tantamount to the planet shedding so many individual cells. It's like the Earth has been constantly sloughing off its skin ever since the day we were born into it. We've been likened to fleas on a dog before, but aren't we really more like dandruff on the hide of a colossus?  

   One thing we should all be able to agree upon is the simple fact that total and absolute extinction doesn't even exist; it's a myth, a fairy tale. Sort of like the idea of death itself, perhaps the most misunderstood and horrifying legend of them all. I understand this may not make sense to most people reading this. All I'm trying to say is, sure, it's natural to be terrified of our own deaths, yet I think we should at least try to take some comfort in being aware that overall, it's not so much life on earth being threatened with extinction, but our own understanding of the facts; something which, in and of itself, we should all welcome with a blessed sense of relief. 

   So we should all set ourselves at ease knowing that thinking is a disease. While the ordinary run of the mill business of killing and dying continues to persist, in blissful ignorance we ourselves never really cease to exist. If you think about it enough, you begin to realize that while individuals continue to die, the colony thrives.  So before we each give up the ghost, let's all make a toast, "Long live the Host."