While this is all happening, we're still eating our fish and chips. Billions are thrown away uneaten, as Tesco have kindly revealed. What strikes me is that we don't see any news coverage of any of these global cat-ass-trophies but we see plenty of action involving people killing each other outright. As if killing each other outright is somehow more newsworthy than killing the entire planet by stealth. Type "Wasted Fish Thrown Back" into Google Images and you'll get a lot of pretty pictures but nothing of what the carnage really looks like.
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It may well be no coincidence that all this is getting exponentially worse while populations are being kept in the dark. Possibly Fermi was right and we all head for self-destruct in line with Fermi's Paradox. What puzzles me more is the synchronous element with our digging around in Dark Matter. For perhaps in Dark Matter is the fabric of consciousness and we've been busily ignoring it for some time now.
Wealth is seen as a goal by all of us. We want more. Every time we step into a supermarket we are buying what we want, not what we need. Maybe too deep for a Monday evening, but we're the product of an increasingly wealthy and selfish society and we're not being subjected to any vision of what we are collectively doing to the world. We have to go looking for those pieces of information - they rarely make the front page, let alone the stage. The news is put together to entertain us and if it doesn't press the required shirt buttons it finds itself tangled up its own premonitions.
Everything dies. Absolutely everything dies. The blood is the life, they say, linking vampires with bats. Bloodsucking loathesome black creatures that flit and swoop and get tangled in things too close for comfort. Unless you like bats, in which case you've probably met one.
In addition to being a scapegoat for scariness, bats spend their whole lives upside down. They live and die upside down. When they die, blood rushes to their head wherever they are, whatever they're doing (unless they get killed by something else). Perhaps that is a comfortable way to die, and bats evolved from something knowing that being upside down would be a comfortable way to die. What is it about bats we dislike so much? Ask this one.
We have to go to sleep now. We have no choice but to live out our dreams in our worlds where the scariest things are being looked after by people with guns, and sit in our burrows chewing. Lying down to sleep every night safe against the threats our politicians and malitary people are making promises to keep safely away somewhere else. Not here, in our bedroom, no. We're safe here, fed and happy, maybe a little drunk. Waiting. Waiting for change. Money rhymes with honey - all other rhymes aren't spelt the same.
Those who fail to study history are condemned to repeat it.
Kathy is the author of Quantumology. She met up with quantum mechanics in 1997, pledging allegiance to its sources thereafter. These are her personal thoughts and testimonies.