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Saturday, July 08, 2006

Chaos Soup

Original draft circa 1999
Credits to:
Don Mclean, Jethro Tull, Pink Floyd, Gong, The Clash, Simon & Garfunkle, and other Artists whom I can’t recall at the moment…


The following tries to capture the process whereby memes join together to build new messages. Memes are symbiotic living thought forms whose lives are independent of their individual hosts.
Memes are sometimes described as mental viruses. They inhabit our thoughts the way biological viruses inhabit our bodies.
Please consider that several of these ideas are presented in a tongue-in-cheek manner. I do not advocate teenage suicide, nor do I subscribe to either eugenics or a deliberate extermination of large masses of people as worthwhile options for our future; however there are those among us and in our own government and military who advocate for some of these ‘solutions’ actively.

Chaos Soup

Snatches of verse…

Long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew that if I had the chance, that I could make those people dance, and then maybe they’d be happy for awhile…

Way back in the year one, when you belonged to no one you didn’t stand a chance son if your pants were undone. ‘Cause you were born and bred for humanity. You sold your soul to society. One day you’re going to wake up in the present day and age. A million generations removed from expectations of being who you really meant to be…

Breathe. Breathe in air. Don’t be afraid to care. Leave. But don’t leave me. Far away across the fields the tolling of the iron bells draws the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spells…

It’s a perfect mystery how becomes a tree a tree. But there’s something telling me that nothing is for… nothing is for… nothing is for… only one lifetime learning to be. Look up in the air. The octave doctor’s there. And when he strokes his gong your middle eye comes on. There’s a hole in the morning. It’s the hole that he was born in now the old man’s yawning. It’s a world of illusions and Zero the hero is up to his ears in the mysteries. There’s no solution to speak of. Around and around and around and around an around, that’s zero going ‘round again…

Racing and chasing backwards in time hoping that somehow the words will all rhyme. Faster and faster he dashes ‘round the clock learning and burning as he tries for the prize…

Ringggggg….. Brrrrinnng…. Burrrrringggg…. Burning… Hello? Hello? Hello?

London calling to the Emerald Isles, now after all that won’t you give me a smile. London burning ! ! ! ! London burning…


Countdown to the end of our years: Seventeen. Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven.

Nine…

There are coded messages to be read between the lines. The messages are folded into themselves redundantly. They emerge everywhere in space-time. They emerge in a thought or feeling briefly sensed then lost, it’s meaning once again gone.
It will return…

And…

Way back in the year one…

The tachyon particle moves backwards in time. We can create tachyon particles. When we learn to encode tachyon particles we will have learned how to decode them. Then the messages from the future may become clear…

Meanwhile…

Way back in the year one…

There is a medium. That medium is thought. There is a message born by the medium. That message is the world…

We are the world…

Graph the following: Energy Resources. Pollution. Population. Sustainability. Energy consumption per capita. Globally. Locally. Where do you live? Where do most people live? What if everyone had as much energy per capita as those who now have the most? Now factor in the atmospheric oceanic carbon cycle. The clock is counting down…

The final solution…

‘We must initiate preemptive measures before it is too late’…

Whose plan are you a part of?

Sing, sing a song. Make it loud. Make it long. Don’t worry if it’s not good enough for anybody else at all, just sing, sing a song….

Way back in the year one…

Well let’s bungle in the jungle, well that’s all right by me. I’m a tiger when I want love and I’m a snake if we disagree…


How does the infinite factor into your self-limiting cognitive resources? If it doesn’t, then there must be a rather large hole in your equations…

The premise that all men are created equal is absurd. But it’s a nice ideal. However, ideal systems are unreal systems and unreal systems must collapse under the burden of maintaining their pretenses…

Where do you stand in the big picture? What if the picture was suddenly larger? And then larger still? Are you lost? This is why you must, of necessity, constrain the boundaries of your picture to the most immediate scope of your perceptions. Awareness must be confined to a narrowly focused realm. Beyond this narrow realm you will simply disappear into the infinite and be lost…

Stop counting your rations. Either there will be enough or there will not. Besides, how can there miraculously be any more than there are if you define the limits of your rations and know when they will come to an end?
Remember the loaves and fishes…

Something tells me it’s all happening at the zoo. I do believe it. I do believe it’s true…

Go/No-go. When this point is reached it is mission critical. But this time, when this point is reached, there will be no decision to be made. Either we face extinction within this century or we will have achieved the capacity to maintain a sustainable future. There may be no other options.

Counting down. Eighteen… Seventeen…

Energy production by currently employed technologies creates a burden of atmospheric carbon that has, in the past, been absorbed by oceanic carbon sinks. These carbon sinks are approaching a threshold beyond which they will be unable to absorb any more carbon. At this point the oceans will significantly fail to absorb excess carbon from the atmosphere. We will, in a very brief time, see atmospheric carbon levels rise to the point where our atmosphere is lethal. Then we will begin to die in huge numbers practically over-night. I guess this is a good thing, if anyone can survive. However, at this point, all messages from the future (sent to us by a tachyon encoding AI) indicate that we are now extinct…

Windows 2000…
Windows 2003…
Windows XP…

There was a sliding window of opportunity in which a broad range of time existed within which corrective measures could be enacted to change the future and achieve a sustainable global environment. That window is closing. The latest point in time that the window will remain open is now less than twenty years ahead…

Nineteen…

The following technologies will resolve the equation for survival in our favor:
• Solar power satellites
• Artificial Intelligence.

We have the technical capacity to implement the power satellites but lack the political and economic will to accomplish this in spite of the fact that we will become extinct if we fail to act…

OK, I’m wrong. We can deliberately start murdering billions of people in the next twenty years; if we can get away with it without someone else killing us first we can reach a sustainable future.
Please, all willing to die now, form a queue…

Oh. Silly, isn’t it, to expect there would be very many volunteers?
A few thousand sensible teen-age suicides won’t save the world.

Won’t you please die now?

The missiles descending through time and through space, destined to determine the future of our race…

The microbes released from the laboratory vats. I wonder if any will be able to survive that.

Or…

Surrender now or forever hold your [piece|peace]…

The infinite is calling…

The problem with encoded tachyon messages is that the future has multiple outcomes. Consequently, the messages arriving from the future are all mixed together into a kind of chaos soup…

Eugenics…

Where’s the censor? Fire the censor. We can’t allow such foul language!

Eugenics… (crossed through by the censor)

Thank you.

OK, now everyone go back to work. Officially this never happened. Anyone who mentions it will not have spoken.

One, two, three what are we fighting four?

The solution is positively inhuman. But would it be humane?
What are the alternatives?

Surrender now.

Allah… God… Yahweh… Krishna… Buddha… Booze…
A Thousand-and-one faiths, but no volunteers (for self-extermination).

Now I lay me down to sleep…


With so many futures available, the inevitability of our ultimate self-destruction is a recurring theme that appears to dominate the landscape our children will most likely perish in.

Clues are being propogated backward through time to inspire us to change our course before it is too late again. Some of these memetic clues have been translated and are being published in my blog.

Will you listen?

Will you act?

Will you survive?

Will your children survive?

Its up to you.


Go in contemplation