Humanity’s Future
Elon wants us to be a space-faring species. Inspired from things like Star Wars and Star Trek. Space is a harsh, unwelcoming environment. Its main feature is It is utterly, incomprehensibly, Vast. Massively, insanely, stupidly Vast. The closest exoplanets themselves are impossible. The space between. The “heavens” are cold, dark, requiring immense speed to traverse, and therefore threatened by the tiniest particles, that could collide with our expensive craft, en route. Requiring so much time as to be utterly boring, in the inhuman confinement of a craft, that it seems would require robotic, not human, control. Compared to Space, Earth IS Heaven.
If only we could move our star and planet, together, toward our (destination?). Presumably we’d need the moon, too.
We are racing through space already. They say everything is getting further away, though. Space, like a rising, expanding bread loaf. But some things are attracting.
En route. Avatar (movIe) scenario? Something to keep minds occupied.
And other needs.
Good food? Exercise? Worlds of information, virtual worlds. Food, food, food. Hungry.
Anyway. I’m not theoretical physicist. I don’t know the possibilities, scientific and technological. I’m just intimidated by the Vast. Seems like the priority should be Human Life on Earth.
Is it possible? Is it worth the time, money, effort? Will the computers generate viable answer(s)?
Lots of time to think of Heaven. Perfection. Bliss. Longevity. Meaning.
Beyond just a blowjob robot.
All the movies, books, music, internet, experience.
Sex, nature, hiking, swimming, surfing, rock climbing, varieties of religious experience, drugs, bodybuilding, restaurants, raising families, conversation, education, debate, imagination, thinking, philosophy, writing, exploration, sleep, dreaming, and for those inclined, battle, justice. Every manner of service, employment, invention. Roles to play.
Every mind is its own world. From the littlest bug to the biggest whale. Let love rule.
My life is my blog, reading, trivia, dog-walking, eating, exercise, rest, movies, music, and variety, keeping busy, doing different things, entering different worlds (like books), and occasional travel. Some conversation, of course. Meditation, medication.
It’s pretty simple: We live, we die, that’s it. Do what you want. Be good.
Can’t know people. Possessed. Roles. Situations. Identity is a farce.
Who am I? What did I hear: we are what we imagine others think we are?
We’re actors on the world stage. We choose our roles. Or sometimes, anyway.
I imagined my family thought I was a savage carnivore, when I ate all that skirt steak at my grandparents, when I was little. It was freaking delicious! Sometimes I drool about it, 50 years later. They kept serving me more. Then again, I shouldn't indulge TOO much, because the meat industry is freaking heinous, and it's probably healthier, anyway, to eat veggie. I bought kachava, and I like meals like spicy tofu thai, and I read The Omnivore's Dilemma, so "moderation in all things." I don't think I could or should go fully veg. I've had it a couple times. Greasy, coated in flour, slightly crispy. Yum. I was also voted Most Kind, in grammar school.
We are our bodies. Our gender. Job. Sexuality. Our past. The places we go, we’ve been. The books we’ve read. Influences, teachers, movies. Some say we are imaginary, we don’t exist, like physicists, or buddhists, or nihilists. I (my DNA) could’ve been in another culture, family, religions. I could be in relationships with a menu of millions, or more. Or is it fate? Is there no free will? I walk my dogs through a cloud of possibility. I could have gone to any number of schools. I could live anywhere. I could do a zillion things tomorrow.
From zero to zillion. Zilch to infinity. Zz. Zz top and sleeping and nullibiety to Allah. Flies buzz. Mosquitos to mosques. A mosquito, my libido. Hey!
What could I do tomorrow. Die. Wake. Dream. Read, watch, listen, eat, exercise, sleep, write, talk, create. What do I create? Like maybe origami, or muscle. Make money. Serve, be of service, get things done, busy busy. Work, and play. Laugh, listen to comedy. Watch porn, masturbate, cum. You know, the usual. Go to a restaurant. Order something new, or maybe a favorite. Make life fun, stay in heaven, avoid hell. Stay informed, read the news, Wikipedia, The Economist, 1440 email. Sit. Name things. Ponder my navel. Well, you know, my breath, in and out, being alive.
Mortality.
No one lives forever. You can be a God, a human, a demon, an angel, a saint… You’ll die, like everyone else. I was thinking, is a Saint better than a God? God’s are warriors, saints are good, virtuous. It is better to stay out of a fight, I think. Like, not even acrimonious debate, or going to court, or -especially- combat. Just let it be. If you step out of the situation, you can probably relate. You know, empathize.
What are we all doing? Making a living. Getting by. Trying to be who we want to be. To live up to expectations, or have integrity, or do right by others, by God. Fighting evil, like prayer warriors, or spiritual combat, maybe politics, or police work, or the other polii (politesse). Don’t be rude. Respect.
Pleasure, a little treasure. To quote Depeche Mode. Do unto others as you would have them do to you. Also, the inverse. Don’t do to others, just as you wouldn’t have done to yourself. And a corollary: Don’t necessarily do either; people have different tastes - George Bernard Shaw. And, as a few have said, “It’s all good.” (!?!)
What is evil? Santa knows if you’ve been bad or good. It’s your parents, your conscience, the law, and God. Opinion, basically. My roommate in college said morality was based on pleasure or pain. Which is obviously a big part of it. Situational ethics is a thing. The greatest good for the greatest number, I forgot what that is (utilitarianism, thank you internet). And of course, Self, the primary thing. Look out for number One. Freedom, happiness, survival. Protect your neck. Staying alive, staying alive. Eudemonia, human-flourishing (no, not floor polishing, flourishing). We’re all just animals. From bugs to whales. We all want to live. From the littlest baby to the biggest VIP, we are all tools of the conspiracy! -Dead Milkmen (I think they were kidding). We all want the Good Life, that is to say.
Bad words? Like ass, bitch, cunt, dick, fuck, pussy, and shit. Look, I even alphabetized them. The n-word, of course. Puta verga chingon culo, o así. Yada yada. It’s all just noise. Good noise and Bad noise. I ain’t tryin’ to hear that! The tv is just light? Well, kind of. But not really. Static is seriously annoying, of course. BART can be especially grating sound (strident), at times. I don’t like commercials, usually. I don’t like pain. Like everybody else. There are some evil smells. A lawyer might say crime is evil. Some things are more heinous than others. Stealing a candy bar is not torturing a baby. It’s not binary. Good and Evil, that is. Greatest Good and greatest evil? Everyone in their own heaven, or private hell. Most of us are pretty much the same. But MY heaven may not be yours. Just like one person's trash is another's treasure.
wordplay
dead satellites (like 3,100 of them) are stranded in their orbital paths (orbit obit!)
onward and upward, word! (word up, word to your mother)
Moth's mother wonders what the big deal is about flying to the light
oh brother. oh, bother. oh boy. broth?
ponder this, grasshopper: a monkey is key to being a monk.
sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. but a key is a penis, as is a pen.
come in! I made a dish with cumin
a knob is (Ben) Kenobi? The Chinese alone are Han Solo?
The Gospel according to Luke (use the force!)
Start being a star, stop being on top, Finnish him!
Retired retard, tard again (tired of being tarred and feathered)
stupid stew, and hebrew brew (gold star? maccabee?)
beer for Bears (at the Bear's lair)
shut up, submarine! Bee quiet (like Buzz Aldrin)
horny at the horn, honking at honkies
traverse the universe, the metaverse, and quran/bible verse.
poetry flow, the rhythm is with 'm
spear fisherman and the Holy Spirit
one-eyed trouser snake (with a foreskin mouth?)
don't snakes eat cocks
if a cat eats a serpent, the snake is in the pussy
coxswain rapist (cock sin)
a longing for sex that lasts mere sec's
Microsoft and Large hard drives
Devan the devil in heaven
shot and killed in Bankok
G Unit, gunning for it
go away, get lost, beat it, scram
scrambled eggs, egg beater
my way or the highway or the Yahweh
get lossed, said the chess opponent
Van Halen's "jump" is some awkward rock (on a bridge)
S takes a nap (oh snap!)
Snapple is a crime-fighting drink!
serial killer, may the force be with you
poisoned cereal
dirty thoughts need a brainwashing
turn, for eternity
Jolly Roger and jolly ranchers
take your turn as a top (bottoms? bought 'em)
spin like a top, go for a spin, God go dancing
wrestling Satan, S pin
aikido, eye key dough
red ink is incredible; red hats do not mean hatred
seeing red, communist republican from Cincinnati
ants, antelopes, and canteloupes
Bob Dylan, Matt Dillon, you be illin
Illinois is the Land of Lincoln, lol
zombies rowing: in your scull
ewe and mee
sheeple in Ram trucks
no jews in Juneau, except juicy Jesse
Buddhist? boo! dissed (actually, Buddha is my buddy)
Chinese plus Czech, a chinese checker (Czech mate?)
Judge John Hodgman and lawyer Tom Sawyer
whoopee! I found a rupee
poopy Snoopy and loopy Droopy
a meteor with pigs on it? when pigs fly? meatier meteors
Venus is bright (what's her IQ?)
Irenic Irene and bellicose Belle
Virgin Virginia and loose Lucy
Napoleon kidnapping a sleeping baby goat
Buddha ("awake") and Sleepy (the dwarf)
Barry Manilow, 6 feet under
Lukę Skywalker, floating in the troop/strato/meso/thermo/exo- spheres
I believe I can fly, said the pilot
stoning the stoned to rock and roll (St. Stephen?)
GD, Grateful Dead on Groundhog Day, & Green Disaster (Warhol)
aryan veteran veterinarian providing relief and repair to rhesus monkeys
Laurel tree and the Hardy boys
kicktail on a skateboard (Tony Hawk can kick your ass!)
the earl's url
Mighty Mouse and Eminem
Mack is into macrame
Karen hikes the cairns
from Atlanta to Atlantis (in the Atlantic)
xocolotl and atlatl and nahuatl
take a peak at Topeka
fired from your job in Kansas
Peter Pan eats at Wendy's
I got a camp tan, and lived in a sampan
playing scrabble with the rabble, and beating the elite
Austin ain't Boston
Venison in Venice
Fleischmann's flesh
numbers
13.5 B phone calls in the world, per day (4.9 T/year)
I saw a (microwave safe symbol) plus (bumpy equals) = (heart) graffito today (huh?)
the OED lists around 171,000 active English language words
cowboy rounding up, lol
36 inchworms in my yard (ha)
produce a professional deuce (me, too!)
2b or knot 2b
three trees, a pair of parachutes, a single singer, zero heros
a McDonald's hamburger in 1967 was 15 cents
the average person sweats 10 cups a day
fun facts
after a shower, you have the same number of bacteria on your skin
the longest word you can make with the top row of letters on your typewriter?
qwertyuiop: "kwert you e op"; TYPEWRITER :-)
The Super Bowl was named after a toy called the Super Ball
